Earlier this month, Mr. Liu and I drove out to Santa Cruz for our company’s summer picnic. During the drive out, I finished this:
My Noro Silk Garden ribbed sock! (I heart the Daily Show, don’t you?) I would have started it’s mate in order to avoid second sock syndrome, but alas, the yarn was terribly tangled. And so my knitting languished. I read on the bus for almost three weeks. Sure, I was reading about knitting a lot of the time, but it’s not the same. It was kind of strange.
Then last Sunday came and I met up with a couple of friends for maple glazed bacon donuts, coffee and knitting. Between when I boarded the BART for San Francisco around 12:30pm and when I disembarked back at my home stop around 6pm, I knit this:
That, my friends, is half of a sock. I cast on, knit down the leg, finished the heel flap and then turned the heel in the space of one afternoon. It’s amazing what happens when you dedicate the day to yarny pursuits, isn’t it?
I’ve got to go. While Mr. Liu is out of the house, I want to go stash diving for the yarn I want to knit the 5 hour baby sweater up in. The cats will look so cute!