Yesterday morning I headed to the local s’n’b again to hang out, eat, chat, knit and weave. I picked up the sock I’d left behind last week.

They’re the ones I knit as we travelled through New Zealand. The yarn is Dream In Colour Smooshy, in ‘gothic rose’, and the pattern is my own toe-up heel flap one. I’m calling them the Smooshy Socks.

I took along the loom for a quick demo, some socks and a sock pattern book for a girl who expressed an interest in sock knitting last week, and we were all encouraged to bring along some amusing patterns so I took a few I’d found in op shops. Ah, there were some doozies.

Andrea made us some cute calico WWKIP bags. Inside mine were chockies (already eaten by the time this photo was taken), perfume samples and a ball of yarn. Thankyou Andrea!

She issued a challenge for us to make the yarn into something by the next meeting, in a fortnight. I’m thinking something woven. That’ll give me an extra push to get my current weaving project off the loom faster.

A handful of us stuck around for lunch to celebrate World Wide Knit In Public Day. It was a great start for the day. But when I got home I felt utterly worn out and a bit dizzy. At first I thought “who’d have thunk knitting was so exhausting?” but by the evening I had a sore throat and a sense of impending doom.

I’m getting the beau’s cold. Darn. Trust that to happen when I cleared this week of as many appointments and distractions as I could so I’d get some work done and meet the deadline. Oh well. Soldier on…