Isn't that a great happy party-like color? I mean how could a person not feel like an energized chunk of goodness and happiness when they see that skein? Okay maybe my niece will not. I bought two skeins of this lovely yarn from Knit/Purl fully thinking that she would love it but four inches into the leg and I find out her LEAST FAVORITE color on the planet is orange. Okay okay. I can take it. The redeeming thing here is that I like orange and peach and burgundy and my gauge always seems to be big. In other words, this sock is going to fit me and would probably have been too big for my 10-year-old niece anyway. I even reduced the pattern by 8 stitches around, thinking it would accommodate her petite self. Oy I am a loose knitter.
On a different note, we drove down to my FIL's yesterday. I snapped a few pictures for fun and stuck my head in my knit sticks. Lots of male energy and endless chatter on the part of them all. I finally made my BIL look at my newest book acquisition, Knitting Vintage Socks. He said the mouse problem they're having would make any hand-knit woolen a pretty vulnerable item. He's wanting to adopt a cat. I told him I have four and he could take his pick...
Here are a few photos from the trip:
Grandpa Don's truck bed:
Uncle Zeke's cabin:
Some daisies on the roadside I spotted when I was driving home:
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