My Days Are Swifter Than a Weaver's Shuttle.....

...but since it's a quote from Job, it ends "....and they come to an end without hope." Much the way I feel about these socks. Which, mind you, I am to the heel shaping of the 2nd one! But only because I talked myself out of starting a new project.
"............so I have been allotted months of futility and nights of misery have been assigned to me."
Job and I are like this [crosses fingers].




I think I'll finish these by the time Bleak House is over tonight. Part 3 of 6!

Also notice how tightly I'm stranding the gold color - y0u can barely see it there after the stripes. Then it's undoubtedly too loose and then I got bored w/the beigie-ish color and switched the colorway. What the hell goes through my head when I pick out sock colors?


So, anyone watch the game? Oh, who cares? Not me. I did walk around Lafayette Reservoir this afternoon - 2.7 miles, thankyouverymuch. I used to do it everyday when I lived down the road. This was after buying the circs I need for the Adamas Shawl (again, mind you, without looking at the price - who knew needles could be $25?).

Anyway. The Reservoir: This is from the other side. Where it's too late to turn back and soooo far from the car. Uphill both ways too. Really.




Sensational Knitted Socks might have hopped in the purchase.....That would be....how many sock books do I own? Off the top of my head.....Nancy Bush's Folk Socks. Vogue on the Go Socks. Knitters magazine's sock book. A booklet or two.......and how many completed socks? Three pairs completely knit and ready to wear, one pair actually wearable (felting and anklet, respectively) and two socks completely done, only sadly, not even close to being a pair to each other.

The Scarf is 15 inches long! Go scarf! That's exactly one fourth the length I want. I hope it's a cold, cold, summer.