No, seriously. I’ve actually made progress on multiple projects. Namely The Sneak’s hat and my dress for the wedding*. No, really:
The Sneak’s hat.
Okay, now that I’ve shown you progress I have a confession; the socks I started for Jeremy are on hold. Why? Because his feet are too damned big. That in itself isn’t such a problem (although it would be incredibly easy to blame him as he doesn’t read this), except the yarn I’m using has less than 400 yards per skein. I would like to make a slightly taller cuff, meaning that I need to dig up some kind of contrasting/complimenting yarn for the toes, heels, and upper cuffs. An expensive recipient, but I suppose he’s worth it. (Did you read the part about how he’s worn through every pair of socks I’ve ever made him? That’s love. Or appreciation. Choose your battle and run.)
The early part of today was spent doing laundry and rescuing yarn for Amanda, who is avoiding my constant companionship by living in North Carolina with her father. How obnoxious!! When it became clear that my father was coming home from work late, I biked to the library on a failed mission. It was an excellent ride, despite the fact that it was 90 degrees. (Er…I’m still pretty immune. Clearly. Thanks, Senegal!!) While I didn’t find the book I wanted (Atlas Shrugged – Ayn Rand) I did come home with four other books.
When I came out of the library it looked a little stormy, so I high-tailed it home. What do you know, as I came over the last hill I saw a huge clump of enormous black clouds. I made it home about a minute before the rain started, while simultaneously discovering my impressive ability to answer my phone while riding.
Finally, a project I plan to plan but cannot afford:
Indeed. Planning a fair isle sweater. Maybe when I graduate.
In non-knitting news, I am at Houghton Lake with my sniffly father. Tomorrow we’ll finish the journey to the Great White North to see my incredible grandmother.
Must. Go. Knit.
* I’ve already made the mistake of saying “my wedding dress” at least twice. All I have to say about that one is that I’m incredibly glad it’s only an issue of mis-phrasing.