NOM NOMS!

Of course, the tricky part is matching things up with the invoice. And with the Professor being vegetarian and the ingredients lists being all squigalicious I’m afraid I’ll have to eat it all myself. It’s a real burden.

The pickles are entirely vegetarian as far as I’m aware, but I don’t care. He’s not getting any. I like my pickles.

The bright colours is how you know they’re good for you.

Do my feet look like Jupiter to you?

I’m not sure I’m convinced.

This one’s not much to look at, I know, but it’s the first of the New Pathways socks I’ve knitted, and it only bloody fits. There’s some strange mojo going on in that book, I tell thee. This one’s the Sky Architecture and I figured I’d try it out on the Professor first. No point in wasting my precious sock yarn if it all went horribly wrong. But it worked! No one was more surprised than me.

You work all the increases at end of the leg, turn the heel and then decrease all the stitches away again on the sole. No flap, no picking up stitches. Then, just as you’re weaving in the ends, a portal to hell opens up and steals your very soul.

My monkey mum’s mobius is all finished and ready for the off. I might just live to see another year.

I’m not much of a one for sewing, so I started with a provisional cast on and then put the other end on some waste yarn rather than cast off. I left a wee ball of yarn attached to the end and grafted the two ends together after I’d blocked it. Took ages, but far neater than if I’d sewn it.

I’ve use Jaggerspun Zephyr in charcoal, and it’s blocked up snuggly yet light. Should be the perfect scarf for a chilly spring evening and keep me in the will.

The Miski and the Cotanani were used up within a week, and so never counted as stash. I’ve bought New Pathways for Sock Knitters, so the Regia all now counts as experimental materials. I’m golden.

The gloomy grey about to snow sky means that my photos are mostly rubbage.

The Cotanani is now a Koolhaas to keep my ears warm during spring, and probably summer. And the Miski has magically transformed into Snuggles fingerless gloves, which are also getting a lot of use.

The yarn was so lovely that I bought the two Mirasol books as an excuse to buy some more. I’m gonna make me a Copacabana (she lost her youth and she lost her Tony but she’s got a lovely jumper) and a Malkini, which needs a zip. Bugger. The patterns from book two are a bit too summery for me to contemplate at the moment.

Copacabana

Malki

My Rowan membershit gift (and no, that’s not a typo) has been turned into a fat bottomed bag and it hasn’t turned out too terrible. I’ll prolly palm it off on make a generous gift of it to my mum for her birthday next month.

And just so I don’t get disowned, I have a Mobius Scarf on the go, pattern from Arctic lace. Not much to look at until it’s blocked, but it’ll be perdy when I’m done. Honest.

My camel is now named Helo, on account of it sounds like helium and that chap in Battlestar had a touch of the radiation sickness and probably would have ended up looking a lot like him if he hadn’t got off the planet when he did. Well, it makes sense to me.

And now the Professor is just about to disappear off for the weekend and I have a lot of chocolate and booze to get through before he gets home again. Mwahahahahahaha!