Too many socks, mock oranges and Grandpa
I'm just SOOO close to getting MovableType up and running on this site so if anyone is actually reading this and you see funky stuff over the next couple of days, please be patient, I am working my tushy off to figure this all out and get it up and running and looking like I want it to look.
First, if anyone is actually paying attention, I have removed the Hazy Cable sweater from the "On the needle" section on the left. Yes, I'll call it a UFO until I pick it back up. I had wanted to knit it in the round and I found a great book that I think will help me out with this. In the meantime I had a couple projects I had to finish so I've set it aside...for now.
I cast on Grandma's socks she has been wanting. She has worn the first pair I made for her for her birthday non-stop and they are kind of wild for her so I'm doing another pair for her that are more her style. She picked out the first yarn but I think the soft neutral colors of the Lorna's Laces aslan yarn will please her. I'm doing some cabling just for interest.
I also am casting on some socks that will be a gift. Since the yarn is pretty much solid, I'm going to try out the Blueberry Waffle pattern for interest. They look adorable.
I finished the Winter Eclipse socks finally! I don't go as fast on the socks when I'm not watching movies.
So that is the too many socks part of my title. Now the second part isn't me advocating poor treatment of oranges. It is about the Mock Orange trees growing around here. This beautiful tree is right off the back porch.
And across the river we are getting quite a show from either a huge tree or multiple trees. The CDC does not do it justice of course but any dear readers that would be reading this crazy blog of mine has a wonderful imagination and will be able to picture the lovely white blossom show.
And finally...my Grandpa. I'm sure I'm not alone when I say I have a weird Grandpa. No matter what logic is placed to him, he still does some of his weird little things. One of the things he loves to do is take food out of the refrigerator and put it in a cooler on the deck. He is a little clueless when it comes to food spoilage but this doesn't stop him. He just LOVES to do this. I was out on the porch taking picture of the knitting and when I turned around I saw this:
There we go again. Everything was fine in the fridge but I left him alone for awhile and he started taking food out and putting it in the cooler (or in this case next to the cooler). It is about 54 degrees today so I don't know what it will do to the milk. I think he worries that I overload the fridge and that is why things freeze in the back but things freeze in the back because the refrigerator is over 40 years old. Ah well, the good side is he forgets what he puts out there and I can move it back or throw it away as I see fit.