Planes, if nothing else, are good for knitting. (That is, assuming one is not traveling with a toddler. I’d almost forgotten what it was like!) The trip went well, the new tenants are pretty funny and seem like good folks, I got a ton and a half of knitting done, and upon my return I found out that we got a house we’d been trying to rent for almost a month. Better location, larger, lovely, all newly renovated, and way cheaper per month. We’re beyond excited, but also rather busy.
Still, I’m to the heel on a monkey.
I’m going to do just 5 repeats of the lace pattern on this, because I’m worried I won’t have enough Koigu. I also, truth be told, tend to like the slightly shorter socks. Not anklets, but also not something that will have to contend with my calves of doom. I’m really enjoying the knitting, and I love the way the lace pattern plays with the color changes. I understand, now, why these are all over blogland.
I also understand why man-sized sweaters in aran weight cotton *aren’t*:
I just adore the way this is turning out, and it’s going to look fabulous on Neil. But my gosh, am I ready to be done with this stuff. It hurts my hands like a 10-day MMORPG binge. It’s nuts. Fortunately, I have only 4 inches of front left, and then it’s seaming and collaring. Should be done by the weekend, I think. And then, Tangled Yoke! A secret tank that’s totally unlike me! A finished pair of socks! Holiday knitting!
…not necessarily in that order. Do I have itchy fingers, or what?!