I have no socks on the needles right now (except for the Regal Afghan Slippers and those SWTC Oasis socks, which…let’s be honest…may never be finished).
It’s so weird. I almost always have a sock going, but I’m exercising a surprising bit of project monogamy with the Apres Surf Hoodie. I’m really excited about this sweater.
- Lovely lacy little waves
The yarn is an absolute dream (How can you go wrong with cotton, angora, polymide, rayon AND cashmere? That’s right….you can’t!). The fit is going to be phenomenal. The lace is tedious, but well worth it. And the needles….oh, the needles.
Addi, my darling, my sweet I loved you before. But I love you even more now that you are designed for lace. I don’t even mind that the brass finish is sticker than the nickel plating. Don’t mind it a bit.
Both the back and front are knit. I’m working both sleeves at once, and so far I’m finding it was a good choice. They’re perfectly identical. I’ll have a sweater in no time! Score!
Not much got knit on the hoodie this weekend though. Despite catching the icky stomach bug that’s plagued the office for the past two weeks (and it is no fun, let me tell you), I joined Mr. Blue-eyes for a trip to Amsterdam.
Amsterdam, New York, that is. And why did I suffer nausea, heartburn and several long swigs off a big ‘ole bottle of Pepto?
For this priceless moment right here:
- A Blue-eyed Man, and His New Best Friend
Let’s hear it. The collective, “awwwwww…..”
I know, I could have done with less lens flare. But face it: It doesn’t get much cuter than that.
So, we drove to Amsterdam to pick up a pooch from the lovely ladies of the Jackson’s Legacy Bully Breed Rescue, even though the little dude isn’t a bully breed. (Far from it, the little guy’s a lab/border collie/Aussie shepherd mix.) And the sweet-faced little pisser moved into the big city with Mr. Blue-eyes this weekend. And so far, the new roomies are getting along OK.
They still have some differences of opinion to sort out, though. Mr. Blue-eyes prefers no chew marks on his new Ikea furniture; I have to say I’m with him on that one. Poochie-kins believes he should be able to leave puddles of piddle on the hardwood floors; Mr. Blue-eyes respectfully disagrees.
And, what does Madori think?
- Huh?
