The first draft of the book I’ve been writing since late last year is finally done. There’s still a lot of hard work to do, polishing it up and rewriting bits, but that doesn’t require as much creativity. I will start to get interested in the multitude of projects I have going, though I probably won’t have a lot of time for them until December.
All I’ve been doing lately is knitting these socks:
But because they were all I had the mental energy for, I got them done super fast. I cast on the marled yarn scrappy socks, but realised not far past the toe that the yarns were too variable in weight. So I removed the very thin yarn and I’ve put that batch aside until I have some more marled yarn leftovers to add to it.
I also bought some yarn. It started as a search for a replacement set of 2.25 mm bamboo dpns and red Patonyle, and all these other yarns slipped in.
Unfortunately, it’s been so long since I ordered yarn online I forgot that sometimes sock yarn comes in 50 gram balls and I need to buy two. I now have three single balls of the Kaffe Fasset sock yarn. I could order second balls, but I do have a lot of leftovers from the two pairs I made from this yarn before. I reckon I could stretch one ball out to make a pair, if I did heels, toes and cuffs in a contrast yarn.
Or, given that most people only see the bit of a sock above the heel, I have been known to use plain Patonyle for the foot and the fancy yarn for the leg, thus getting a pair of men’s socks out of one ball of something interesting and one ball of something boring.
That’s a good idea, though being self-employed, one of the perks is you can go shoeless all day. Even when I wear slippers I can see some of the top of my feet. I could do it for Paul’s socks, though with his blokey tastes the ‘fancy’ yarn for the leg would still be pretty plain.
Assuming the poor cat is still under the bathroom cabinet, may I suggest what I did with my RSPCA adoptee?
Everytime you go in to feed it, sit down on the floor for five minutes, talking to it gently. Then each under the cabinet and force it to be patted for a few minutes (make it slightly longer each time)
It took almost a year before I was allowed to scratch my cat’s tummy, but by doing the “enforced loving” he was wandering the house and sleeping on my bed within two weeks.
Thanks for the tip. We were patting him once or twice a day already. He’d not under the cabinet any more, though. On Friday we persuaded him to come out, and though he still retreats behind the couch most of the time, he’ll now come out of his own accord for pats and even some very wriggly lap time.