It is very, very hard to knit for people's birthdays, or knit at all for that matter, when almost everybody you love got born in the same three-week stretch of the year (I'm looking at you, latter half of August.)
This is why Bob will not be getting his own pair of Man Socks this year even though I really, really wanted to make him some. (On the upside, I do have another idea to mark this milestone year, which might still arrive at his house in time if I order it immediately after publishing this post.)
This is also, along with continuing but milder eyestrain, why I haven't done much other knitting either. Shopping and event planning have been in the way, plus a lot of day trips and other social engagements in which it's not really practical to knit - and you know I'd find a way if there was one.
I worked on my variegated socks yesterday, but you don't want to see yet another picture of those.
I worked on a hat today, and you might want to see a picture of that:
Longtime readers might recognize these colours and stitches and the rest of you will have to wait a month or so for more details because they aren't likely to be ready before that. But I can tell you I'm knitting it in insanely squashy soft fast-knitting yarn that is about as opposite as you can get to variegated non-wear-y-outie sock yarn, which makes a nice change. Mmmmm.
Tonight I am going to wind the recycled yarn from that man-sized vest back into balls. Think good thoughts for me.
(no, I did not find any good sweaters at the thrift stores I visited yesterday. yes, it is killing me and I am beginning to obsess again. yay, I did find another blanket to add to my stack of thrifted wool blankets, for which I have suddenly decided on a use, and if you are wondering with a pleasant curiosity what I'm talking about you should be reading my Procrastination Diary where I write about all the non-knitting crafty stuff.)
Speaking of blankets and not-knitting crafts,
N E W S F L A S H
I don't know how to crochet. My mother keeps trying to teach me and I did finally manage to do a few stitches under her close supervision but not enough to be able to make so much as a granny square. That doesn't really bother me because I can still make yarny things with needles, and I can still enjoy Attic24, where Lucy writes about the colourful things she's made with her hook.
Her photographs are probably why I couldn't resist this non-wool blanket in a Salvation Army store yesterday:
I love these colours together, don't you? It's so well made - it's just terrible that it didn't have a home with somebody to love it. Isn't it convenient that I have a room in my house it matches perfectly? And I didn't have to learn to crochet to have it.
The store was having a half price sale at the time I went in so it cost me all of $2. Also costing me $2:
My favourites are the pinky red buttons at the top, and the shiny blue ones near the bottom right.
And you know what would have cost me $2.50 if I had been able to get over the fact that I don't have carding paddle thingies?
Yes. That's right. I turned down a bag of curly locks from a sheep. They'd been washed, but not dyed, and they needed a good brushing before they could be spun. It's the first time I ever saw something like that in a thrift store and I dearly hope it's not the last. As long as I get myself a pair of carding thingies in the meantime.