I’m working on some socks for The Boy (compensation for his efforts in the giant book shipping extravaganza that he’s about to participate in). I’m using a lovely brown yarn with subtle hints of green and red. It is lovely, and in the right light you can see all the glorious tints and shades it has to offer. In the wrong light, you cannot. It’s Cleveland, it’s December. The right light is hard to come by. This picture does not do it justice at all.
But it’s knitting. I’ve been skimping on the knitting of late, and for the love of wool I’m going to show it off when happens. So please pardon the less-than-stellar picture, and rest assured I will show it off better if the clouds ever break. It’s pretty enough it deserves to be seen at its best.