Leads to amazing bright blue skies.
The humidity may do me in, but the fresh air is a mercy. Now, there are flash flood warnings in the areas where the wild fires have been. Perfect example of Mother Natures give and take.
In other news, I finished a pair of socks, have cast on for another and have been told I need a hobby. As it's feeling like the weekend already, I did not mention my lack of fucks to give. Growing more is not my idea of a hobby, so that's that.
There's a lovely roast in the crock pot, there will be mushroom gravy, garlic-parm mashies and peas. Tomorrow, a haircut and a bit of shopping. After that, who knows? Anything is possible this time of year...
I don't think I will live long enough to stop being cranky about the fact that men have dainty little ankles. I think that fact of life will always annoy me.
I knit socks for my best guy friend. He wanted ORANGE but had to settle for ORANGE AND PINK that may or may not be seen in space. The yarn is that Neon Now stuff from the other day. It bleed like a mofo. Shocking, right? I added some vinegar to the soak and everything got better.
Smooshed onto too small girlie sized blockers for the photo taking only.
The pattern is my usual go-to. Partly because I don't really have to think much, but also in part because it's been a long time since I made this man socks. CCSR toes and heels, knit toe-up using Magic Loop, a sewn bind off and 2 x 2 ribbing.
Like close to a hundred other pairs of socks I've shown all y'all over the years. Although, I think this is the first pair that have been this bright. This pair of socks was a good cure for the ghosts of socks before.
Oh, and he loves them. Imagine if he got hand-spun, hand-knit socks. ;^)
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Friday, I took myself out for a field trip. I went up into the foothills to Placerville. Traffic wasn't bad because Apple Hill hasn't started yet. When the apples are rolling or whatever they do, the folks living in that area are landlocked on the weekends. I can't even imagine. Traffic was bad enough Friday through Main Street.
However, I did find the yarn store I was looking for. Better still, I was able to locate free parking that did not require me to try to parallel park. I'm suburban. I can't parallel park. Nor do I need to in my daily life.
The yarn store? Dinky, depressing and made me realize just how lucky I am to have a well stocked welcoming yarn store in the neighborhood. Don't get me wrong, if you're in Placerville, Lofty Lou's is worth a browse. Just don't drive up there in the hopes of finding something fabulous and world class because, honey, it's not that. I should have taken their site as the warning it was and gone into town to the other yarn store I've been wanting to check out.
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It's that wonderful time of year here when we are all over summer and waiting for something better to come along.
In other news, I am spinning again. Not enough to share but it's getting there. A wonderful cashmere sock fiber that I am loving. It may not be socks but, right now, I don't care what it becomes. I'm just enjoying the process.