To be honest, this was one of those days at work best put out of mind as soon as possible. Long meeting in the morning followed by commute with car (I am so glad the CD player was willing to play today without skips, fits, stops and starts) followed by work, acrimonious meeting and more work. I didn’t get in the door at home until after 2000.
So you can imagine what this did to my knitting. I brought home my Sockapalooza pattern, and turned the heel on the stockinette sock.
That is it. The grasshopper is only six rows farther up the gusset.
I took pictures of both, but felt too stupid to post them. Six rows? Give me a break, the progress is not visible from the last update pix. And a standard heel turn – you have all seen that before.
The best I can offer is the yarn basket (which seems to be the home for cords and chocolate as well as knitting paraphenalia) and the dog, ever patient as she waits for me to drop food within her reach.
Oh, and then there are the sponge monkeys on their way to school.
I want that multicolour ball! Love the dog of course and I take it those handsome children are yours?
Funny how they look no different to the way I did as a teen! Time seems to go backwards..
The spongemonkeys are our youngest three, normally referred to as the teens.
It’s always good to see someone else likes to keep their cords, knitting and various other non related items together in an eclectic collection.
Uhm – the middle one is the boy