We are coming out of the deep freeze here. It was 24 below zero a few mornings last week. We were scheduled to have insulation blown into the sidewalls of the house on Thursday, but it was too cold. They came Friday and it was still really, really, really cold. I felt terrible sitting in the warm house, watching these guys out my windows. It was a Little Match Girl moment. Pardon me while I eat my roast goose.
Finally, here are the Tendrils Rib Socks. (available at the Yarnery or Ravelry.)
They were test knit not without some trials and tribulations. Chris bravely made top down socks, and managed to overcome her fear of the heel-flap-hanging-in-space. Gale was dedicated, but not quite willing to put her life on the line. The final pair in the photo were made with the beautiful Yarni, hand dyed right in North Saint Paul by a Yarnery staffer. The color is called foggy lake, but to it looks a bit more like a winter dawn on a cloudy morning. That sounds unpleasant, but it’s not. The muted colors of the dormant trees and shrubs contrasted on the snow are subtle, but lovely — like this yarn color.
Speaking of socks, this sort of thing really irritate irritates me. Just past the reinforcing yarn.
I know that many other media outlets are competing for space regarding our incoming president. I just wanted you all to see what I got in the mail:
It is on creamy thick paper with raised gold lettering, but it didn’t come with a ticket or a travel voucher. I wasn’t that large a donor! But really, don’t you wish you could be there?
Also, check out the profile of Barack and Michelle from 1996 in this week’s New Yorker. That’s the kind of man I want to see in the White House.