Apparently I’ve sunk to the level of using my blog to record the weather. This is doubtless shameful. But I’ve checked, and there are far more shameful things on the internet, so I’m letting it slide. Because people…it snowed yesterday. And I almost missed it. I…erm…like snow. Especially the first snow of the year. It gets less charming some time around February, but for now it’s awesome. This snow came while I was asleep and was almost melted by the time I woke up. As such, I’ve made the executive decision that it’s not quite the first snow. It’s more like proto snow. It doesn’t count until there’s enough to put my hands on it.
And lest you think I’ve abandoned good sense and knitting all together, I’ll show you a sock. There’s actually a bit more of the sock than is seen in this picture. Thursday night The Boy and I went to a scotch tasting dinner at a local restaurant, Deagan’s. I’m trying to learn to like the stuff…so far my efforts consist mostly of attending events like this, making faces at the substances in my glass, and handing said glass to The Boy. He seems to be enjoying this program of study. While I liked only one of the drinks, the food was delicious, and I made good progress on the sock during dinner. It’s now almost to the end of the gusset decreases. With any luck at all it should be done next week. The pattern is all written, I just need pictures. It seems likely I’ll be able to get snowy pictures, which I’m sure The Boy will love modeling for. But standing about in socks in the snow in the interest of knitting promotion is something of a tradition around here, and it’s important to stick to tradition.