Stitches East is this weekend, and I can’t make up my mind whether to go or not. My parents live just thirty minutes outside Hartford, making it a relatively easy drive once I’m down in Connecticut. And I know my father and stepmother will be happy to spend the day with Oliver who, in turn, will be happy to spend the day with his “fuzzin” * Carolina, while I’m fondling wool all day. Here’s the boy and his “fuzzin”:
But then there’s the cost: about $10 to get in, plus parking — which tends to be outrageous in Hartford, and that’s saying a lot because I’m used to paying for Boston parking — and then the temptation of all that yarn. Sigh. I just filed my taxes this weekend and owe a small fortune, plus I’m still paying off medical bills from the summer. On top of this, I can’t get my car inspected until I have about $600 worth of repair work done. No need to feel sorry for me, though. In the last month I’ve gotten enough yarn to knit three sweaters, and I have a nice stockpile of wool for mittens and sock yarn for my beloved handknit socks.
Ok, I’ve made my decision. No Stitches East for me this year. I will be strong and spend the weekend at my parents’ house, happily knitting away and avoiding throngs of people, jostling, overspending … and All. That. Wool.
Anyway, I’ve been knitting away for Socktoberfest. Here, one half of a finished pair of “plain vanilla socks,” knit out of Red Heart sock yarn, which is actually quite nice to knit. (Yeah, so I’m a yarn snob.) The colors kind of remind me of Jamaica thus why I may start calling these my “Rasta Socks.” Raveled here.
This next pair I started yesterday, a pair of woodsman’s socks from Elizabeth Zimmermann’s Knitting Around. KA is the only E. Zimmermann knitting book I don’t own, thus why you see that barcode at the top of the book. Libraries rule! I love love LOVE knitting these because the worsted weight wool on #4 needles is quick knitting. I’m used to knitting with fingering yarn on #0 or #1 needles. I added a 1″ ribbed cuff in red, and I’m going to knit the toes red, too. By the weekend I should have a cozy pair of heavy wool socks for my winter boots.
*fuzzin = furry + cousin (Carolina is my younger brother’s dog)