I'm in love, love, love! It's the crappiest picture ever taken of a sock-in-progress -- it's almost grotesque -- and yet, you can see how the braid pops and isn't it a lovely sock? ; ) I got in some good knitting time last night, some of it even out-of-doors and in public, and I'm past the point at which I decided to rip. There is no more than an inch to go before work on the cuff is finished.
Oh, the weekend... I need to work on Fib. I have two Road to Indigo vests that were taking a break, but now I'm ready to have at them again. There's this beautiful sock. And a moebius. Darn it, Rachael! Darn it, Ann!! Darn it, magical, mysterious Cat Bordhi!!!
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I was so tickled by the art on the bathroom wall in the ladies' room at the coffee shop where we had lunch on Wednesday that I took a picture. If it was Alan Alda in Clint Eastwood's spot, this would very nearly replicate the pin-ups on my filing cabinet at work 25 years ago or so. Clint's okay, he can stay; I guess it just means that I like my men just a little less... hm... rugged. Yeah.
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Go say, "HEY," to Amy Lu and wish her a Happy Blogiversary! She gave herself a brand new Typepad account to celebrate, so update your links and rolls!