These SOCKS. When did I even start them? I used to be able to knit a pair of fingering-weight socks in a week, and this is many many months. With a deadline to finish / run in ends / wet block / dry / wrap in about five weeks.
What am I doing??? Other than going out and buying more vintage plates when I certainly don't need them. My love for vintage plates and interesting book cover art is catching up to the love of yarn stash acquisition which I'm still holding firmly in check. This is all wrong! And look, the second sock is still at the chompy stage.
Watch out, orange fruit, that sock is comin' to get ya.
To think I am for once knitting in seasonal colours, and still can't get my act together. Le sigh.
Well at least the writing is going well. And the weather has been magnificent here in Toronto. Earlier this week Pete and I wrangled an extra long lunch so we could walk in the sunshine through part of the fabulous ravine park system we have in this city. And despite reports that this year's temperatures have dampened the colour brilliance among the turning leaves, we still got to see this:
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| From a forest trail above the creek |
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| From a bridge over the creek |
Aren't these gorgeous? I mean, even if you have a ton of knitting to do, seasons like this are once a year. You *have* to get out and enjoy them, amiright?
In fact I'm about to head off for another stroll shortly. Hope your weekend's full of good things, even if there are some less than stellar ones thrown in. See you next Saturday but in the meantime send good thoughts for these poor socks to learn to knit themselves - that may be their only chance!
