FOOL: Are you OK?
ME: I'm trying to get up the energy to trace around my foot.
FOOL: Why do you want to do that?
ME: Because Cat Bordhi is telling me to.
FOOL: If Cat Bordhi told you to jump off a bridge....
ME: (withering glance.)
Apropros of nothing: I wish Nancy Bush would write more. I've been re-reading "Folk Socks," and it has the same effect "Knitting Vintage Socks" had on me - an urge to call Knitpicks, order 40 size 1 circulars and cast on every ball of sock yarn in the stash at once. I suppose I could pick up "Knitted Lace of Estonia," but that way lies madness.
We steeked at knitting group on Wednesday. That's Lorna, working on a Cheryl Oberle pattern. It's funny; patterns that call for steeks rarely offer much hand-holding. Everyone stood around and watched her with a great deal of interest. Or they were standing around watching, the way people like to gape at car crashes on the interstate.
Our Starbucks got remodeled, and Dana was chatting with one of the employees about the new look. The employee said, "Well, some people are complaining because they think it's too contemporary," to which Dana said, "God, they're not living here. They're just coming in for a cup of coffee!" One of the features of the remodel is a big conference table under four overhead lights in the back - the barista showed it off like they put it in for us specially. So funny. Although, you figure, 10 or so people, each good for a drink at least, and usually a cookie or piece of pound cake too, we're probably decent business for them on a Wednesday night.
There's been a lot of knitting going on around here. I've been trying to finish up projects and the Fool, typically the most monogamous of knitters, has ... gasp .. two things going on at once! Last night, he worked on Thing 2 (part of Jamie's Halloween costume, which is from the Martha Stewart Halloween magazine, and let me say, typically "Martha," in that it looks very simple, until you read the directions closely and it turns out you're not only supposed to locate a cloth pilot cap, but you're supposed to dye it to match. Ha. We went to a Pittsburgh knitting store's Wall O'Cascade and did some digging on Ravelry. Dye to match, my foot.) and I finished a Baby Surprise Jacket.
Following EZ's directions, I gave the amorphous bit of knitting to the Fool and challenged him to fold it into a garment of some sort.
Good times, good times.