It’s not much to brag about, but my “knitting blog” contains some actual knitting! First up, the Katniss Cowl for A1’s cosplay for an upcoming convention.
Next, here is an afghan in its infantile stages. I’m slow and haven’t had, what I deem, to be enough time between other tasks to do much with it… so, it languishes in the knitting basket.
Something that is not suffering from neglect is the spinning wheel. Last night, after many months of disuse, I broke out some Meriboo from Spunky Eclectic and started some singles.
And finally, I met some local ladies this afternoon for a couple of hours of knitting. A portable sock, started long ago, was plucked from the WIP shelf. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember what I was did, where I intended to go with the pattern (it was an idea I had), or even the best way to incorporate a heel cup with the previously knitted eye-of-the-partridge heel flap. I ended up frogging it back and the sock might be downgraded to a fingerless mitten.
The others who brought their knitting made leaps and bounds with their projects. Sharon was working on these amazing colorwork mittens.
And Miss Ellie, even completed some stitches on a dark green scarf!
Getting out of the house was thoroughly enjoyable. It served as a much-needed break from the daily stresses born of mundane activities. Hopefully this event can be repeated, with even more people next month.
In non-fiber news. My parents stopped by on their way through town a few days ago. They came laden with stacks of fabric. My mom is giving it to my girls so they can practice sewing.
The critters are up to their usual antics, in fact, a demanding squirrel is glaring at me through the window as I type. Those particular rodents are not high on my favorite list right now. I had hoped that at least a few of my hydrangea and daffodil bulbs had survived their scavenging, but a few days ago curiosity prompted me to dig into the pots in search of green shoots. No bulbs, but the little jerks had buried peanuts in their place. Cheap flowers were purchased so the pots are no longer bare. Spring can’t come soon enough. Cheers!