Late To The Party

For someone who is freakishly obsessive about being on time (if not early) for appointments, meetings, and flights, it seems like a contradiction that I'm consistently late to every party.

Example 1:

9702 people started knitting Cookie A.'s Monkey Socks before I finally cast on for mine.


I'm making them from my own handspun (Crown Mountain Farms Superwash Merino in the Aqualung color way). The pattern as written would be a little big for my skinny feet so I chose a finer gauge yarn and smaller needles. It should work out perfectly.

It's an easy, fun-to-knit pattern. If I'd actually concentrate a little, I'd finish them up in no time.

Example 2:

I'm also arriving late (#3777) on this:

It's the Lace Ribbon Scarf by Veronik Avery (Knitty, Spring 2008). I'm using my one and only skein of Handmaiden Sea Silk. I'm really enjoying this. There is enough of a pattern to keep me interested but simple enough that I can work on it in a social setting without making mistakes. Or many mistakes...

Late To My Own Freakin' Party

Last month I hit the big 5-0. I found out around that time that my husband had started planning a surprise party for me, but those plans had been scratched when we realized that I was likely to lose my job. Somehow spending money on a bash didn't seem like the smartest thing to do. And as we'd anticipated, we were right. No big deal - I had a nice birthday without the party.

But less than 4 weeks later things turned around again so we decided to go for the party again, even though it would no longer be a surprise. So this weekend we did it, a little late. It was small, and fun, and a very nice way to spend an afternoon.

There was wine.

There was cake.

One doesn't need any more than that but I have lovely, generous friends so there were presents as well.


I wish I had more pictures but I managed to carry my camera around all afternoon and didn't take it out even once.

I am a lame blogger. But a tired and happy one as well.

Tired enough to let Trouble control the remote this evening: