I spent a lovely evening yesterday at Knitch, the happiest place on earth, communing with my fellow knitters and listening to the soothing click of the sock needles. I can't think of a better way to spend a rainy evening. I used up all the pink yarn on the baby cable rib socks
and now I'm going to use the purple to finish the cuffs. They are so soft and squishy and wonderful. Much like this little cutie:
Miss Olive Pickles, shop dog (along with her brother, Tank), and kiss-giver extraordinaire. (If she's really fond of you, she is also an excellent face-bather and nostril-cleaner. That last one is always a bit too much commitment for me, but her heart is in the right place.) Isn't she the most adorable thing you've ever seen? I can barely resist smuggling her home in my bag.
There was also cuteness on the home front this morning, regarding Jaymie and his delicate constitution, which requires him to sleep on handknits (or in this case, handcrochets):
Mad Crocheter, Jaymie would like you to know that your hat makes a completely acceptable bed for one of his ten daily naps.