Not Squid

Sunday was not a Squidly day it was a spinning day. When faced with the choice of knitting Squid or spinning while the laundry dried, spinning won. Later, the siren call of my wheel won out over the gentle "bloog, bloog" of the Squid. Maybe it is because the Squid actually want world domination and not to simply swim in the waters of our world. Or, maybe it is just that I burned myself out, knitting fiercely all day on Saturday.

The second sock is just a toe but hey, who knows, maybe it will get a half a foot by the end of the day. [Note: this post was started early in the day, the foot of the sock is now about 1/3 complete.]

Since Mike has such large feet, the thought of all of that mustard colored stockinette again is daunting and I hear the dulcet tones of my white lace scarf calling for this evenings knitting. Leave the world dominating sock foot for another day, I hear it whisper. Knit me ... Figure out where the heck you left off ...

Start of Sunday ...

End of Sunday ...

Tonight?


[Second note: the laundry room spinning was actually Jacob on my Emily spindle -- the wheel spinning came later in the day and the roving is of unknown parentage.]