Kitchener in the kitchen
"Ashes of Our Lives" is a very good, but very short show. That's my favorite ash in the back yard a couple of days ago -- leafless. Not a single one. That's mostly oak as a backdrop to the bare naked branches. I turn my attention to my other favorite tree in the neighborhood, a fiery maple that's two doors down. It illuminates the whole block!
I have a finished Socktoberfest sock! Casting on today for the second. Can you believe Lolly has had 295 people sign up?! Incredible.
It's the Fancy Silk Sock from Nancy Bush's "Knitting Vintage Socks" and I love it! Without knowing a thing about it, DH, while admiring last night, said that the design and even the yarn looked kind of old-fashioned. Too funny. It's my first kitchenered toe! The kitchen table seems to be where I end up doing my finishing work -- seaming, blocking, and now kitchenering. I had one false start with the kitchener -- a momentary lapse before figuring out what was meant by "first stitch" and "second stitch" in the directions. Duh. It's a pretty cool trick!
I wound up all my Rhinebeck yarn last night. I realized that the Brooks Farm yarn reminds me a lot of my own Kool-aid dyed yarn. If it's possible, I love the Socks That Rock yarn even more than before, and the fuzz around the Haiku ball is like a halo. The Haiku will likely be worked up first, since the rest is mostly for me.
Like many others, I'm still on a Rhinebeck high. It's hard coming down. I just don't want to -- I had such a great time! Though plans were juggled a bit at the outset, I have no complaints. Cara will make apologies up and down the highway -- even about the highway -- but don't let her fool you, she is a very fine hostess. I was quite comfortable in her home -- the mark of fine hostessing, in my opinion -- and I thank her and G for taking me in.
Did you see us horsepowering out of the fairgrounds on Saturday night? Whoooaa, yeah! That was us!! I think Ann was ready to crawl under the seat, she was so embarrassed! You may have shaken a fist or cursed us as Peggy
maneuvered rocketed us into prime exiting position. You all should know that it was Cara's fault, really, and I'm sure you'll understand. She challenged Peggy and there was just no choice. I'd drive anywhere with either of them. (Thank you so much!)
You've seen the Rhinebeck links and pictures everywhere. Do I really have to do it? Mine are almost exactly the same! Is that lazy? My head just spins every time I think about it. I feel like I've been to a big family reunion -- I saw all my sisters and cousins, talked to each one briefly, nodded to hoards of distant relatives I'd never laid eyes on before, rubbed shoulders with some of them, but didn't have enough time with any one of them! I find myself in a happy little fog about it all. So many new and great knitters! I do want to give a special shout to "Mary in Boston" -- you made my day! Next time, you're with us!