Mad at Safari

I just spent half an hour crafting a wonderful post. Believe me, it was a work of literature. Then, just as I was preparing to publish it, I hit TAB and Safari froze. I waited, I cajoled, I swore, but there proved no way to fix it except by hitting Force Quit, and my whole lovely post was lost forever.

I can't even summon up the energy to recreate it (plus, I am now heading out to meet a friend for dinner). I will content myself with posting a picture of the latest swatches of what I am now terming "foot sweaters" -- socks that, as a result of my design ambitions and my yarn, are fated to remain dense, veritably garment-like creations. Fortunately my sock pal has winter in her part of the world.

The swatches are being modeled by my fingers, which are threatening to go out and embarrass me unless I give them a manicure pronto. Poor fingers.



(The back story, short version: thanks to some of your kind comments on my last post, I had a Eureka moment and decided to try my hand at stranding to see if K1-K1-K1 in two colors would yield a less dense fabric than slip-stitch knitting. The answer: not with this yarn, it won't.)

In lieu of my meditations on knitting, Ancient Greek, and the joys of mastering the Eastern Cast-On from Interweave (oh, it was a good post), I will leave you with a picture of an actual FO to remind myself that I do occasionally finish things. Here is what I might call my husband's hospital doily (since that's where most of it was knit), last seen in an embryonic form with its friend the seashell. I think I messed up the pattern, but it is only noticable in a couple of places.