And, yarn. The yarn I dyed myself!
All the colorways, in all their glory. From left to right: Violet Wand, Grape 12, Circulatory System, and *unnammed colorway because Jennie dyed it*. Pretty good for a first go-round, I think.
Violet Wand (so named because it reminds me of those weird quackery tools, and because it looks like violets)
Grape 12 (because it took me 12 packets of Grape KoolAid to get this dark purple). Unfortunately, the photo really doesn’t do it justice.
Circulatory System (I’m going to have to do this one again; when we dyed it originally, it looked very bright and very dark, and the end result is a little more homogenized than I’d like. I will go overboard on the KoolAid next time).
The yarn that Jennie dyed. I’m not sure if I’m going to knit it into socks for her, or make her learn to knit it into socks herself. I’ll let her decide that (she’s expressed interest in wanting to knit).
So. Saturday was Worldwide Knit In Public Day, and since the Chickengoddess and I are free spirits, we went our own way with it. It ended up being Worldwide Knit In Restaurants for us; first, we knit in a Japanese restaurant (our socks were noticed by our lovely Malaysian waitress, who has knit one thing but hasn’t learned to cast off yet – that was an interesting conversation). I didn’t get far in my knitting at that point, since the sock I was working on had come off the needles yet again. The Chickengoddess was kind enough to put it back on the needles for later work.
After that, there was random spot knitting in public places, like the grocery store (not Publix, ironically enough), and there was some Letterboxing in the cemetery, which was warm but fun. We discovered some really gross fungus. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen, and unfortunately I can’t find a representative photograph, so you’ll just have to trust me. We attempted to meet up with the Knitch Knitters at the Park Tavern, only to discover that they’d left several hours earlier (we called them wimps), so we went back home and knit there for a while, then knit at Little Azio’s, then at Morelli’s Ice Cream (where I ran into Julie S, my lovely coworker), and then back at home while watching Tampopo.
Consequently, when I woke up Sunday I had less sock than I started off with (because I ripped the thing out after deciding it was a lost cause) and a monster craving for ramen. The Chickengoddess called me after church and declared that she, too, had a craving for ramen but by the time I had decided to give in, she’d already been to Ru San’s. I ended up calling Jennie and meeting her there, and eating my ramen, and deciding that I need to pursue a really good bowl of the stuff. Ideally with fish cake (mmmm processed fish product). This was all surrounding the sprinkling of Borax on our carpet in an attempt to get rid of fleas (a friend of mine has been doing this for a while and she swears it works).
Tonight I will be going to bed early. I have panels to judge for school, and if they last too long, I might sleep without dinner (if only I could knit in them, life would be perfect).