So I'm sure you've all realised this blog has turned into a knitting one, right? Sorrynotsorry. As I said in my last post, when it's pissing down rain and the darkness sets in at 2pm, there isn't much else you feel like doing. Apart from snacking out of boredom, which I am trying to avoid. In December I am heading off on travels again, so rest assured there will come a time when I'm not banging on about wool all the time, promise!
For now, let me give a huge shout out to the lovely Karen at Fringe Supply Co, who runs a lovely little shop for knitting goodies which I recently raided. Fast shipping, even up here to Helsinki, and the parcels totally slipped under the customs import radar, so for once I wasn't anal fisted on the import fee. Joy!
How neat are those little tie-up bento bags? I was just stuffing my projects in the bottom of my tote, which surely wasn't very nice- my keys pocking holes in them, and pens threatening to leak all over the wool. Now I have these two beauties to transport my projects in comfort and safety. I also got the little project bag, which has handy little pockets for needles and accouterments, which will come in handy come December's travelling. Now I just need to see if you're able to take knitting needles on flights anymore. GOD FORBID I attack someone with a 4 inch piece of bamboo. I'm pretty sure ballpoint pens can do more damage, but whatever. I also scored the sweet little red counter-clicker (so much more satisfying than jotting lines on a scrap paper) as well as yarn snips, and a few stitch counters. I feel like a Serious Knitter now.
Speaking of which, I finished my first pair of socks! They are for Banoo to wear around the house, and won't win any beauty contests (especially the sock on the left, which has loads of mistakes) but he claims they are like getting a foot massage (I used baby alpaca wool) and is over the moon with them! I recently bought him his first dressing gown (!), so he swans around the house like lord of the manor in them both together. It doesn't take much to make him happy, bless him.
I can't stop looking at the above photos. Obviously I use my hand to block out the gimpy left sock (or squint my left eye so it's just a pleasant green blur), but HOT DAMN that right sock is a sex machine. I'm proud of that bad boy. I might have to make myself a pair now!