My Grandmother is over eighty and still doesn't need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle.
- Henny Youngman
Not much going on here in Lovely LAconia. Have not felt compelled to write. It's cold, gray and damp. I dreamt about Murgie last night. Why do I miss that feller so much?
Work, work, work - that's all I never do.
But I did mend and wash the many pairs of hand knit socks that Sweetie and I own. That must count for something!
Spent THREE fruitless hours trying to cast on the purple cashmere laceweight onto size 7 double points. I was totally bummed, man. I mean, how many ways are there to fuck up one thing? Several, I found out. Maybe this stuff was not meant to be this particular shawl. So, today, I tried another pattern that uses a crocheted cast on. That went like a breeze. However, following the actual pattern proved to be problematic. Sigh. When these things happen, and they do happen to everyone, I think, it's time to do something else. Like start another pair of socks.
Here's the last pair, finished. I used two different skeins to stripe these, which is a great way to jazz up not so exciting yarn.
There is of course, the bunnies. Heizen has grown to gigantic proportions - but is still the sweetest guy.
And now, enjoy THIS.