I have a feeling the warm weather might be gone for good - on the weekend, it was SO COLD! I had to dig out all the socks I'd finished since last spring and not blocked, so I could get them into a bowl of Soak and from there, into circulation.
This is a pretty small sockdial really. Three pairs of socks in four months? And nothing else knit either? And one of the socks not even grafted at the toe??
You'd think I spent all my knitting time floating in the lake, or poring over fabric and paint, or something.
Anyway all my laziness is coming back to chew on my ankles now, because I weeded out some too-short socks last spring and I would have liked a lot more than three measly pairs to take their place, considering we're supposed to have a very cold winter coming. To make matters worse, I can't even find my super warm mohair socks - I didn't need them much last winter and I suspect I packed them during the Winter Frenzy of 2015, when I thought we were getting back into the house in June.
Well, I'm sure it will all work out somehow.
Meanwhile, I have now grafted that random toe.
And while I had the darning needle out, I grafted the toe of my First Frost sock, even though the second isn't even near its heel flap yet...
... which frees up two (TWO!) sets of needles. Yay! Now I can cast on a pair of gift socks to have ready to go when Wayson's socks are done.
Probably I'm crazy to think that somehow, choosing all the paints and fabrics and door casings will free me from house planning long enough to prep for Christmas. I mean I'll still have to pack the day to day stuff and move us for Christmas, too. But I still have hope.
(and two sets of sock needles. Two!!)