Mine!

Mine!

Earlier this evening at Chez Molecular Knitting: M: Did you get the mail? Me: I’ll just go and get it. A minute or so later: M: Was there anything good? (M sees me clutching a small priority mail box to my chest.) What’s that? Me: 

The Sordid Truth

The Sordid Truth

I should be knitting my second pink cable-rib sock. The progress? Not much. “She’s done only TWO rounds of gusset decreases! What’s a first sock gotta do to get a second?!” The First Pink Cable-Rib Sock. But the first Oak Ribbed Sock (with heel mods) 

Couch-o-Meter

Couch-o-Meter

When work takes up so much time that knitting progress slows to the proverbial crawl, I find it soothing to use an alternative measurement system. A shawl or scarf requires far too many inches to be complete to make two inches seem like much to 

M Visits LYS: A Play in Two Scenes

M Visits LYS: A Play in Two Scenes

Cast of CharactersMe: that is IM: 6’4″ of curly-headed manlinessRebecca: Proprietress of LYSLatBTs: Ladies at the Big Table (four of them) SettingA dark and stormy lunch hour at the LYS Scene 1: Me and M enter LYS.Rebecca: Hi again! How are you? Me: Great. I’m