Check it out checkitoutcheckitoutcheckitoutcheckitout I’m done with the hard part of the first sock ever. Ok, it’s a bit of a wussy sock, in that the heel is stitched rather than worked with short rows, but still, it’s a sock. And socks are what it’s all about.

And look at all the future socks . . . what have we got here . . . the ball in the center top is some great sock yarn that came in that huge ball. The tag skeedaddled last week between frogging incidents, before those would-be socks begged to be made later by a calmer, better me. Next is some gorgeous yarn from Tintagel farms called Korea. Deeelish–it’s a wool/mohair/silk blend That may be too fine for even my feet. Then Lorna’s shepherd sock in baltic sea, next to Mountain Colors Mountain Goat in thunderhead and Bearfoot in evergreen. Below that, Handpaint originals in ink blue and chestnut, and some decadent alpaca in glacier from Marion alpacas. Ok, so that last one is not really for socks. I mean, either one of the girls or my Mom will kick my ass if I make that into something for my feet instead of something for their necks or heads. But a girl can dream, right?

What else . . . here is a photo of my almost Constant Companion. I decided it isn’t stiff enough yet, so it’s going in for further felting. I feel like it should stand more proudly, and if boiling and beating and harsh cehmicals are what it takes to make this bag behave like a man–uh–woman–uh–righteous bag, then so be it.

Here is my take on the ruana from Folk Shawls. I’m using leftovers from weaving and knitting projects. I like all but one half of a row so far, and the offending stitches will soon disappear.

Finally, meet the bane of my craftiness. I wove this string skirt to use as a demo. Well, I wove most of it, and then lost all steam. Some of the fringe is integrated into the weave, and some is worked in post-weave. Adding that linen yarn in and plying it is monotonous AND painful–what girl could ask for more from her hobbies? And, it’s costing me an arm and a leg to finish it off. It’s made of wet-spun linen yarn, which is quite pricey. And, when it’s all said and done, I won’t even wear it. Nope. I’l probably give it away.

Apart from working on these lov-er-lee items lately, I’ve spent time reading first The Dogs of Bedlam Farm, and the getting well into A Dog Year, both by Jon Katz. So, yeah, I’m reading them out of order. I got Bedlam for Christmas and read it immediately, and then rushed out for the first book upon finishing it. Really Dog Year is the second book, or maybe the third. Anyway, good writing, charming dogs. And I’ve been listening to a lot of Hank Williams (senior, of course) at work and home, so I may be either very happy or very likely to jump from a great height, depending on how the dog-loss and heartbreak build up in my system. Pleasureable heartache, indeed.

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