On an up note, I'm about 1/2 way done the second of my winter Noro socks. They are such a lovely color and I can't help but be cheered up at the very sight of them! They feel so good, too, even though they are 100% wool and are bound to itch somewhat. Isn't the colorway wonderful?
And here is the dreaded market bag. Now that I've found yarn to finish it I need to go resurrect it from the shelf in my office. BUT, not until I've finished my Noro socks and NOT until I get at least another 2 inches done on the hubby sweater.
And this just makes me happy:
Hubby has asked me to make a pair of winter socks for my oldest SIL who's birthday is coming up on the 2nd of Oct. I have planned on making her a pair out of this lovely Trekking XXL sock yarn. Hubby says I should still do that but he thinks she would really enjoy some wool socks first. So I may end up using the other two skeins of Noro for her...maybe. They are just too pretty for her taste, I think. She prefers darker colors. Hmmm...this means I need to go yarn shopping! Maybe I'll take the wild man to Spinning Yarns in Dover tomorrow for some worsted weight sock yarn. *wildly excited*
We have a birthday party to go to on Saturday afternoon for a one yr old and I wanted to make her an amigurumi doll. Unfortunately the time just snuck up on me and I haven't done it. Now I have to go with some impersonal gift like a gift card or such. I hate doing that! It's just not special enough. Not that an infant would even know the difference. Hubby wants me to make the family a casserole for their freezer. He loves contributing stuff like that and really loves volunteering me to do it! Not that I actually mind since I love cooking so much and I am very pleased that people like what I make. Maybe a nice pizza casserole? It's hearty, delicious, comfort food that everyone seems to like.
I am truly going to regret not napping this afternoon. My ass is dragging and I've cracked some huge yawns. Plus I have this headache that just won't go away. Wild man is wild and needs entertainment when he wakes up but my energy level is nil. I think I'll ship him outside to play in his sandbox. I can just sit and watch him. And yawn, mightily. Hubby is in the same shape. He works hard all day and I expect him to take over when he gets home. I mean it's really not the same thing. He does heavy manual labor and talks to clients and customers. Granted he deals with working for someone else and doing things their way but he's still being paid to do it. Watching over the wild man when he gets home shouldn't be construed as work but as a pleasurable break, right? R-I-G-H-T... I've got a bridge for you, too! Sometimes the wild man is more work than work is! I'm just glad to get the help when he gets home. Tonight? The park!
My gusset is calling me...happy knitting!
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