So, I had to go to a conference. It wasn’t a bad conference. It just meant that I had to spend a few days away from my family, but I survived, and I got what I needed out of the deal. I also knit socks.
This is a fabulous dark and blurry picture from my phone. The lovely backdrop is the hideous interesting carpet in the lecture hall. I was wearing one of each sock because I was knitting on the other sock in each pair. The sock on the left is a plain sock in “My blue heaven” from Blue Moon Fiber Arts. I love the yarn. The one on the right is a ribbed sock with Berroco Sox in a forgotten, numbered colorway (the numbers are always so forgettable… why can’t they come up with a stinkin’ name? “Blue/brown” would suffice.)
Here’s a blurry picture of the finished ‘sox’ on my hotel bed:
I like ’em. They were always meant to be for someone else, but maybe that person needs…erm… a different pair. OK, I have a sock problem. Pretty funny for someone who flat-out refused to wear socks for the first 20 years of life.
At any rate, since I’ve been home (a day), I cleaned house, dyed some roving and yarn, and started felting. I don’t have pictures of the yarn yet, but I’m working on it. I did manage to photograph the tiny felted pumpkins that I made out of my dyed roving. I think they turned out fairly well for my first project. Check the cuteness.
They are just large enough to fit in the palm of your hand. As a matter of fact, they are just the right size and weight to pick up and pitch wholeheartedly at your brother. That’s truth.