Bus & Train Knitting

Bus & train knitting:
A hat for a nephew who requested these colors for a hat, in which I tackled the jogless jog. Sadly, I didn't tackle a perfectly discreet carry along of the color from stripe to stripe. It peeks out. Still better than endless end weaving.

A pebble rib sock, in which I am so convinced I want the trekking to match that I purchase two skeins (for two pair) so as to start at EXACTLY the same spot, only to discover that this was a fairly regular colorway of trekking.

I also discover that I failed to count correctly. Mindless bus & train knitting was a teenytiny bit brainless. I wanted 64 stitches, and I had 68. This I discovered at the heel flap. Bah. It will be what it will be. They're comfort socks. I just have to remember to write down the "fixes" I did so the two socks will match. That's how this all started: buying a yarn reputed for not matching, I must find a way to make matching happen.

Must go catch my bus or train. Wonder which I'll take today?

Summer stuff / Semi sentences

Working on a nephew hat. Conquered the jogless stripe.
Lost a needle on knitting night.
  

Knit another one.
  

Started a sock for knitting at home. Nancy Bush's pattern has a repeat of more than a few rows. I may not remember it.
Here's the cuff and a little of the first repeat.
  

Finished Hedera socks.
  

Started another pair of socks.
  

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Question was posed. I hedged the obligatory mid-age response that was creeping round the corner - the one about having become old but I'm still a kid thing, because it is BOUND to come round that corner. It's real.

And it occurred to me.

Good company.

That's what I want to be when I grow up.

I can live with that.

She emerges ...

Such adventures since I've been gone.

I've gone to the theatre three times.

I've been out dining 5 or 6 times in the past weeks.

I've gone to a conference and have taken care of a major professional obligation without major catastrophe.

I've lost one car. Or killed it. Given up on it. Become a pedestrian and commuter. Walked more. Oh, and knitting on buses and trains? Who needs a car, at these gas prices.

I've discovered that I've knit a sock NOT to gauge. There will a brief interlude for second sock syndrome on that pair.

I've (ahem) shopped for yarn. S.E.X. And I've managed to carefully stow it away properly, though I haven't catalogued it. That seemed like overkill at the time.

I've had a summer cold, and the farmer's market is well on its way to curing me.

I've discovered that the only appealing knitting while having a summer cold is the cotton dishcloth.

More another day. Much to catch up off-blog.