Saturday, August 26, 2006
As the Sun Sinks Slowly in the West
Everytime I hear someone say "as the sun sinks slowly in the West", I flash on an old cartoon, no doubt a Looney Toon, and chuckle. I was getting all smug about being the most West, but realized I live on a globe and west-ness in all relative. The more I think about that, the dizzier I get, so I'm going to cut it out now.
I attempted to translate Pink into English so I could knit the socks up in the much abused and crunchy blue Wildefoote. I managed the pattern but will just have to wing the gusset and toe.
Chris , enabler that she is, has talked me into starting Shetland Triangle, and so far I haven't thrown this lace probject down in disgust. Her pink Jaggerspun Zephyr example was so lovely, I couldn't help it. The little Fir Cones pucker up, so I hope my alpaca version blocks out as nice.
That makes 4 projects on the needles, a new record for this former serial knitter!