What’s a knitting and spinning blog without any knitting? No good, I tell you, no good. Here is Harry glaring at Sock One of a pair for my father (due Sunday night — gadzooks!). To be fair, I spent the last three days in bed, sick, except for the interview, which went swimmingly (At one point she said, “We’re interviewing other people, but I love you!”). News on that front will be at the earliest, Friday, at the latest, Tuesday. Anyway, about the sock, it’s Colinette’s Jitterbug in Blue Parrot, knit on size 3 Addis, my own toe-up recipe. I’d started knitting these for myself about three months ago, but they were too big. I kept knitting, not really willing to admit my gauge error knowing I’d find someone they’d fit. After losing my job, my father said, “No presents for us! Knit me something instead, I know, socks! Can you do socks?” Can I do socks? You betcha! My very favorite thing to knit, in fact. I don’t know why, but there is something magical about turning that heel, every time.
We ventured out today to get Christmas trees. There is a lot down on Route 6 that benefits the Delancey Street Foundation, a noble, charitable cause. From their website: “We’re considered the country’s leading residential self-help organization for substance abusers, ex-convicts, homeless and others who have hit bottom.” All the proceeds from the sale of the trees go to the Foundation. G got our trees there last year, and while they were a bit more expensive this year (he got last year’s trees on December 23d for $10 each), the knowledge that the money is going to a worthy cause it heartwarming indeed. Here are pictures of Penelope and Pablo captive on the car, and Penelope, naked, inside (Pablo lives on the porch, pictures of him will come). They are eight and six feet, respectively, are Balsam Firs, and lived in Quebec before living in our humble abode. Welcome to our new additions!
