Knitting on a WIP and a Prayer

It's been a funny weather day today ... the skies have been full of rapidly moving gray clouds, and the breeze was cool. The humidity is still high, but something about the cloudy sky makes me think of Autumn. I have this problem every year ... by mid-July, I am done with summer. I'm tired of sweating when I walk the dog, I'm too hot to knit, and even the garden isn't fun to tend when it's 98 degrees and the humidity is around 70 or 80 percent.

I am longing for Autumn. I eagerly anticipate that first morning I go out to walk the dog before work, and need to get one of my lovely hand-knit shawls. I can't wait to get out my comforter and my winter robe. My bags of winter hats and scarves and mittens are still hanging on the back of the front door, and my yarn basket is full of lovely handspun. My cup runneth over ... if only cool weather will come!

On to the knitting. Here is WIP ...

The one on the stitch holders is 3" from the back of my heel, and ready for the gusset increases. I will knit the other one through the heel before switching back to the first one. No SSS for me! No sock fatigue allowed!

And here is the "prayer." I am not saying anything about this yet, in case I don't finish it. The pattern is not hard once you get started, but the directions were hellishly complicated! It's three charts, with five cables and seed stitches in between. There -- wasn't that simple? The designer did not write it that way, trust me. I had to resort to graph paper and colored pencils to figure out what they were instructing.

Here are the two Kool-Aid skeins. I'm willing to do more, even went to Weis and bought more mix, but now the weather is 80 and cloudy. Maybe next week.

On the right is three packets Berry Blue and one packet Grape, on the left is two packets Cherry and one each Grape and Lemonade. The blue has a lot of purple in it. I think it's becoming more and more purple ... is that possible? Some sort of odd chemical reaction from the blue dye?








And finally, I had a birthday on the first of the month. My friends' thoughtful elder sons, I think they're 11 and 9, kindly sent me a singing birthday card that they signed themselves.

Har, har. Smart arses!

Happy Fiber Arts Friday (submitted from my front porch, with a nice iced beverage at my side)