Whew. If I had known I was going to be gone so long I would have left a note or something.
I finished my Socktoberfest socks this morning (made for Eleven), and a Norovember project, but my camera and computer are having a few issues right now (Nothing serious: just not enough memory available at the moment. I can relate.) So the pictures are going to have to wait until I tidy things up a bit.
Coming up in December, it’s Nine’s turn for socks and, finally, something for D. My husband, I’ve got to say, has yet to fully embrace the knitting. It wouldn’t be far from the truth to suggest that the October/November socks were glared at from time to time, when perhaps there might have been leaves to rake or loan paperwork to study or old files to shred. I gently suggested more than once that without the knitting even less might be getting done, as I would have been shipped away somewhere, once they got me down off the roof.
Here’s what happened while D was looking over his gear to take north:
D: I need a bobble hat. Except probably without a bobble.
K: I can knit you a hat.
K: Can I knit you a hat?
D: No. Um, yes.
Nine reported later that day that when he took her along to buy a liner for his Barbour, he was trying on hats. See what I mean? D remains a handknit skeptic.
So, knitters, I could use a bit of advice, especially about yarn. This needs to be a quietly persuasive hat, one that makes a subtle yet thorough case for the knitting. Your thoughts would be greatly appreciated.