Okay. Let's get evidence of my weakness out of the way first. When I *click* on the Paypal icon, I ponder the issue of my sanity. It's just before Maryland! Helloooo! What do we think we are doing here?
That clearly has not slowed me down a whit. Rowan Magpie from an eBay auction is incriminatingly visible on the left. I blame Knitting the Blues for this one. She swatched Am Kamin at Claudia's in January in this yarn. I fondled the swatches, blind, like at a wine tasting, without knowing what yarn I was feeling. I voted for the Magpie. Then I had to have some.
SweetGeorgia's sportweight sock yarn, Speed Demon, in the Libertine colorway. All her yarn should be named speed demon, because you have to be one to get even one skein before they sell out.
Two Fleece Artist selections from the SimplySocks website. I want most of the sceptics to note that only one is blue. Some will still see blue in purple, blue in green, and me turning blue trying to convince you that I buy other than blue. You know who you are.
The FOs seem to flock together. Eric's glovelets are done. That always brings Grumperina's finish-mantra to mind (stick a fork in me, I'm DONE). So I did.
Actually, they were just blocking pins. And only in the thumbs.
The spring ephemerals are in full cry. I bought Hepatica americana because of the name. What could possibly look like liver? It's the leaves - color and shape. The backdrop green leaf is Mazus reptans, a genial groundcover that makes no demands on a busy gardener's energies.
It's been a miserable week in Etherknitterland. The short story is that at week 6, there is no evidence of bone formation. We celebrated that news this morning by dumping 15 oz of coffee onto the white carpeting by the bed, and drenching the walnut bedside dresser on the way down. I can hear the collective sighs of blogland right now, and I can hear the same thoughts running through all the knitterly minds:
"I'm SO glad that's not me."