Category Archives: YAPOPVS (yet another pair of plain vanilla socks)

The most wonderful time of the year.

I can say this to you because we’re friends: I love Thanksgiving with the fire of a thousand suns, and Christmas floats my boat, because who doesn’t love a thoughtful gift? But this time? After Christmas and before I return to work, when it’s okay for me to sit in my pajamas and a handknitted sweater looking at knitting on the internet and thinking about spending the day knitting? That might be my favorite time of all.

Noro Striped Scarf, finished I have rallied from baby knitting disasters and am prepared to finish 2009 in a big way, so I have a few things to show you. First up, perhaps my favorite FO of 2009, my Noro Striped Scarf. Tubular cast on, sewn bind off, about 3/4 of two different balls (S245 and S87; details here) of Noro Silk Garden sock yarn gave me a scarf that was 74 inches long. Honestly, I love Noro yarns (so all you haters of Noro can stuff it), but I think making socks out of Noro Silk Garden Sock is a fool’s errand; they would last about 5 minutes, because it’s not exactly a hard-wearing yarn, you know? So a scarf is perfect.

Next up in the “parade of FOs in delicate yarn” is a pair of plain vanilla socks in Handmaiden Casbah, colorway Ruby. I was not Casbah Socks completely swayed by the lure of a merino/cashmere blend, because it’s kind of splitty and slightly tempermental, like it will pill or fuzz if you look at it funny. But these were for my mom, because you do not turn 70 every day, and even though she’s a knitter, she is not a sock knitter. I originally started these as a pair of Wendy Johnson’s Trilobites in Arucania Ranco Multi (or Multy). I was not a happy knitter; this was the last skein of yarn I bought before embarking on 9 months of Cold Sheeping, and it was knitting up suspiciously like kitchen cotton: not soft, not mom-worthy. So I gave it away, and broke my Cold Sheep streak after 290 days (I checked) with Handmaiden Casbah, the yarn equivalent of dating a supermodel. They fit beautifully, and Mom is happy – this is a craft project that’s way better than a macaroni necklace. As an aside, this was the first pair of socks I did two-at-a-time on one needle, and after completing my Nancy Bush mystery socks two-at-a-time on separate needles, I am completely in love with knitting two socks at once – that is perhaps 2009’s biggest discovery: the banishment of second sock syndrome (except for one tiny exception – I’ll definitely take care of that).

Newfoundland Mitt minus Thumb My final project for 2009 might give you a clue as to what 2010 holds: this is the Newfoundland mittens, queued in Ravelry October 7, 2007; one skein of Brown Sheep Shepherd’s Shades and one skein of Noro Kureyon (color 170, still a favorite). I have 280 things in my Ravelry queue, and it’s time to knit some of them up. I mentioned here that I’d like to try 10 new techniques in 2010, including installing a zipper in a knitted garment (#32 in my queue) and thrumming (#4 in my queue, and I have a pile of thrums waiting). I might even finish a pair of baby booties before my littlest cousin’s arrival. So happy new year to you and your needles – here’s to knitting on with confidence in 2010, just like Elizabeth recommends.

We knit for babies (and for moms).*

I want all the Pigeon books for myselfThere are some people who think a handknit is appropriate for every gift-giving occasion – I, sadly, am not one of them, because if I committed to that philosophy, I would do nothing but knit gifts for others. And yet? I broke my own rule last week when I whipped out this little number for a coworker expecting a baby, to go with one of Knit One Purl Too’s favorite children’s books. The Pigeon Finds a Hot Dog is a great work of littratchure in part because the lessons learned (i.e., for true happiness, one must share the hot dog) are not so overt that the book is Teaching Children Something At the Expense of a Fine Story. I’m sneaky; I always think kids learn life lessons a little better if you give them a book called The Pigeon Finds a Hot Dog instead of one called Nice People Share, you know what I mean?

The bib is of the Mason Dixon Knitting variety, made out of stash Bernat CottonTots from one of my very first projects (shh! don’t tell the baby I used yarn I already had!), and though it may look unassuming, I think this is my very first buttonhole experience. Woo! Unsurprisingly, even though this was ostensibly an event filled with co-workers and it was supposed to be a “book shower,” I was not the only giver of a handmade item – someone’s mom had made a swell handmade quilt, so she and I hung out in a group of two handcrafting peeps, ooohing and ahhhing over the fun of making things for babies.

They're done! But that is not my only FO: Because I am versatile, I also make things for moms – my mom to be specific. These are the Mom socks started in December on my trip to San Diego, ripped after discovering her feet were narrower than I thought, and reknitted with a Sherman heel and your basic toe (first seen as part of the 56-stitch, 56 row sock pattern, at least by me). They are not exactly the same as Christine’s, but I find it amusing that we knitted very siimilar socks (note that she started hers after I started mine and still finished before I did – impressively fast!). Some knitting pron for the geeky: a closeup of the heels (this is really the only place the color didn’t match). This is so easy, even I can do it!

Next up? The second half of the Retro Rib leg you saw in the last post; after all, the next item I finish ties me with last year’s lame total of six completed objects. Making New Year’s resolutions is obviously a big contributor to knitting productivity.

*One of my favorite albums is the Oscar Peterson Trio’s We Get Requests, for several reasons: First, the great title which makes one of the all-time greatest jazz pianists sound like a short-order cook. Second? I never get tired of listening to The Girl From Ipanema (right-click and save, if you like). Well, now you know.

I’ve taken up decoupage…just kidding!

It’s been so quiet around here, you might have thought I knitted that last dishrag and moved on to other crafts – not a chance. Truth be told, there’s been a lot of knitting round these parts, but very little finishing. Nevertheless, the satisfaction quotient is pretty high because the finish line is getting closer.

Mom’s socks are almost completely re-finished – pictures to follow once I pick a toe style and actually cross the finish line. I reknitted a large part of sock #1 after discovering her foot is narrower than I thought. Conveniently, ripping a whole foot (sigh) allowed me to rationalize ripping out both the heels in progress and reknitting them as Sherman shortrow heels (Sherman shortrow shounds like some kind of dog, doesn’t it?). Well worth the effort – I am not tired of watching the short row magic happen.

It's retro and ribby The second Retro Rib is cast on: we’re past the cuff, and we’re into Legville – woohoo! After languishing in my “knits in progress” pile for more than a year too long, my current plan is to knit one pattern repeat a day on the second sock (that’s four rows daily, for those of you playing at home). That doesn’t seem unmanageable, plus then they’ll be done, and I won’t get those “you never finish anything you offer to knit for me” looks from Knit One Purl Too’s sock blocker deployment staff (a.k.a. my husband). As I keep saying “If you like the first sock, you’ll love the pair.” He can’t wait. Also worth mention is the fabulous sock bag I got from Trek in a swap for some custom sock blockers – I feel so organized and stylish, I can’t even say. Yes I can – it’s great. Thanks, Trek!

From the “be your own best pal” department, I bring you my East Coast stash enhancement, courtesy of Knitty City and A Good Yarn (where I met Alison and Johanna, a highlight of my trip). These two shops basically engaged in a “nice-off” to charm the pants off me: Pearl opened the shop (I’ll let you mull over the joys of private yarn shopping for a moment) even though she was supposed to be closed because my “I came all the way from Ohio to see you” impressed her – no jaded New Yorker here. She has a nice selection of classic, luxury and sock yarns in a really charming space; I walked away a happy camper with some Gems Pearl and some…Trekking! Woohoo! These are both new yarns to me, a key criteria when looking for stash enhancement. I also scored some Classic Elite Bazic in two yummy orange shades for a pair of fun mittens or fingerless gloves for me. Clara reviews it here, so it’s nice to know I’m on top of the latest trends.

And A Good Yarn is crammed full of the good stuff – they have something close to 200 kinds of yarn in a space the size of my living room, and it’s all Rowan, Jaeger, Noro, Debbie Bliss, Mountain Colors etc., etc. I think Alison and Johanna were a wee bit surprised that all I came away with were two mulberry skeins of Koigu KPM and some Chibi sock needles – but I was a woman on a mission, so I just kept repeating “don’t forget – solid color sock yarn” under my breath. I have the urge to knit some Nancy Bush socks (either the Shell Socks from Vintage Socks or her Denmark socks from Knitting on the Road) and/or a pair of Pomatomi – the possibilities are endless.

For now, I have my nose in several books, courtesy of Crafter’s Choice, including Knitting Rules, which was as entertaining as I expected, given Stephanie’s inspired lunacy (now all I have to do is get to Toronto so she can autograph it for me), and Wrap Style, because I must to be making the Twisty Turns wrap, now please. [I’m currently in denial about the fact that my own rack is significantly larger than the model’s — Ed.]. Under the influence of Ann and Kay, thanks to this entry re: the Irregular Rib Raglan (see another great version knitted up here), I also purchased Loop-d-Loop from the estimable Teva Durham. My husband’s first sweater isn’t even finished and I’m adding this one to the list. I also got some book by these two knitters who like to make dishcloths and are fond of Rowan – you might have heard of it? Two cowgirls on the cover and log cabin knitting inside? Yep, that’s the one. Even though it’s light on the things I ordinarily make (and I don’t often knit with cotton), I figured out why I like it so much – Ann and Kay’s attitude toward knitting, hellbent for leather and full of fun, reminds me of Elizabeth Zimmerman. I might be a party pooper for saying this, but the world only needs so many knitting books (One Skein? Is it really that hard to figure out what to do?) – we definitely need more like these.

The agony of the feet. Get it?

teamFO.jpg Team FO, Team Finish the Damn Thing, and the participants in the UFOlympics – to all knitters determined to use the Knitting Olympics as an opportunity to clear off their needles, I salute you. I really had no business interest in starting something new, Olympics or no – as usual, I am stubbornly “FO or bust,” even when a project is boring me to tears or bugging me. I had a not-so-secret dream of finishing Mom’s Striped Socks and the Retro Ribs in the 16 days of the Olympics to make way for Sockapaloooza socks, but until now I had not known there was a team for me – I had not yet found “my people.”

Perhaps you know them: the slow knitters, the knitters with start-itis, the knitters who blithely promise finished objects at a rate possible only if knitting were their full-time job? We are not all the same, but we are the knitters with UFOs that can only be termed “vintage”. We are the knitters so unfinished that some of our (promised, yet-to-be-delivered) FOs still resemble skeins of yarn. I am moved beyond words that knitters like me are part of the Knitting Olympics, even if I am not.

The agony of the feet.  Get it?From the quasi-Olympic news department or, will she finish the socks – ANY SOCKS – in 16 days? Sadly, though Mom’s Sock #2 is moseying along fast enough, I received the crushing news on Saturday night during a custom fitting that the foot on sock #1 is too big around. Now you know where I get my dainty feet from. Let this be a lesson: do not leave stitches on holders or otherwise make plans to re-knit unless you actually think you want to. [note: if my mother ever reads this, I have never not wanted to do anything you’ve asked of me, including knitting you a pair of handmade socks which actually fit. Thanks for giving birth to me, and thanks too for not giving me away to unsuspecting strangers when I bit you on the nose as a toddler. I’m sure I didn’t mean anything by it. You will love your socks. Love. them.] And the title of this entry? If it’s not the thrill of victory, it might be the agony of defeat.

Just keep doing what you’re doing. Knitting!

Mom will get her socks sooner rather than later It’s only February, and already I have crossed two knitting New Year’s Resolutions off my list My apologies to those of you who read via RSS or Bloglines: I suspected that the actual “crossing off” of said resolutions might cause my feed to update prematurely, but completist that I am, I could not resist. This update is “for reals,” as the kids say. The first (finishing a sweater) was a done deal when the list was written, so it gives me great pleasure to say that I have also knocked off the hardest, boringest, scariest resolution: Go through my odds-and-ends bag and reorganize my stash. Result? I felt very virtuous, appreciating what I had rather than contemplating all the yarn that could be mine, but was not yet in my possession. Then I bought something.

(By the way, that’s my mom’s first sock up there, Fortissima Socka Colori 9069 – I haven’t cast off in the verrry unlikely event the sock doesn’t fit – those last stitches on the left are on safety pins.)

If you’re going to buy only one sock book this year…who am I kidding? No one stops with just one sock book. In honor of Sockapaloooza, I added Knitting Vintage Socks to my library; I’m also reading Sensational Knitted Socks by Charlene Schurch – both are tremendously inspirational while I consider what to make for my sock pal. Or myself; I’m ready to cast on about nine new pairs of socks, including those crazy Jaywalkers everyone’s been up to.

I'm the second sock.  I'll be done by the end of February. And that’s just what I’m doing – considering. Others will tackle mondo marathon projects for the Knitting Olympics, but in the spirit of Homer Simpson, I’ll keep doing what I’m doing until it pays off – I have two pairs of socks on the needles and I’d love to almost finish one or both by February 26 (in the spirit of the Homer Simpson Olympic knitalong, I wouldn’t dream of actually finishing something until after the Olympic torch goes out). Of course, I plan on enjoying the process as much as the finished objects, if there are any. And if this second sock is any indication, there will be.

Lovely and amazing

I couldn't love them more Are they not tremendous? Just as I thought it might, my tour around the sockaPal2za universe led me past the socks that would eventually be mine, a wonderful pair of cashmere lace socks knitted with great care by Julia, from Folk Socks, by the inimitable Nancy Bush. They fit beautifully and are as soft as buttah, but what really won me over was the picot edging. Mmmm. Super-feminine picot edging, a something knitterly which I have not yet tried, and which I like very much. So pretty. Thank you so much, Julia! And a big thank you to Karen, who paid me a number of lovely compliments on the socks I knit for her, not the least of which was “They fit perfectly.” Whew, I mean yay! Thank you both.

So close to being doneThe Opal socks are almost finished; round and round the foot I go, pleased as punch that we appear to be on the bus to Matchville with these beauties. I am not the kind of person who insists that all her handknitted socks match exactly, but come on – with self-striping yarn, I want them as twinned as I can get; I’m fussy that way.

Because I’ve been “all socks, all the time” around here, my fingers rebelled this weekend – they said “serve up some worsted weight knitting, please” – so I did. I'm so lonely here on Sleeve Island Yes, that’s the sleeve for the sweater I started nearly two years ago. Nice; a lot of water has gone under the bridge since I first thought “I want to knit myself a sweater”, so there are fewer quality control issues as I come to the end of this loooong project. Well, if it’s not quite the end, at least I can see the end from where I am. I want to wear a finished sweater in the worst way, man.

And let’s talk for a moment about what else I want. I am in a phase of completion and stash consumption, quite happy with what I have – but that doesn’t mean I’m made of stone. No matter how slowly I knit up the yarn, the books and patterns are the promise of the next thing – no matter whether I want to knit a lovely Fair Isle sweater or a sweet pair of socks, if I have the pattern I’m ready for whatever tickles my fancy. You see what’s coming, don’t you? I come across at least ten patterns a month (more, now that this book is out a full month earlier than I expected, dammit!), and I’ve completed four finished objects in 2005 – three pairs of socks and a hat. Translation? I’m up to my eyeballs in all kinds of yarn and patterns – and it appears that it’s going to be that way for the foreseeable future, thanks to my burning desire to add a log cabin blanket, Liesje’s Socks, the Norwegian Snowflake Cardigan, Kepler, a Fair Isle hat, Spork, this amazing sweater from Lopi book 21 that reminds me of the ocean (and features just the right amount of apple/lime green, the official color of Knit One Purl Too), the Mossbank pullover, virtually any Miss Bea’s sweater (even though my pool of properly-sized child receipents is really small), and any and all sock patterns by Evelyn A. Clark to my knitting list. Whew! And that’s just this month.

But I am a woman on a mission – FO or bust! Thank God the new TV season just started, that’s all I have to say.

And this is a little something for Tiffany
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All about the socks (mine and hers and his).

Hang on to your shorts; I think this may set the record for “number of pictures Donna can stuff into one entry.” The only sad part? You’re about to see virtually my entire stash of sock yarn (Yes, Susan, this is almost everything – you do indeed have fifty times the sock yarn I do!). I spent part of yesterday unearthing potential yarn choices for me Sockapal2za pal. Let’s take a look! First, I went deep into the stash for the yarn that’s been marinating the longest: two different colors of Koigu, one (pink) purchased from Rob and Matt, and the other (blue) infamous for being the one that put me on my first yarn diet. This is some Sockotta I received thanks to a fortuitous swap with another Socklister, still unkitted after at least a year (I think I am in the “last in, first out” sock yarn stashing camp; witness the Opal socknitting frenzy). Perfect for summer, but is it the right yarn for my pal? Maybe, maybe not. Since I’m finishing the socks in September, my sock pal could enjoy warming her tootsies in this Mountain Colors Bearfoot in Wilderness. It’s soft, knits up quickly, and would be obscenely comfortable – are the colors too masculine? Plus, I’m kind of in the middle of a pair of Bearfoot socks right now (see below for action shots). Here’s awesome sock yarn from Debbie at DZined. This is the last of my swell hemp yarn stash – I may make a pilgrimage to KnitFest for more, or I may have to keep this for myself! This Lang Jawoll was a delightful find on last year’s trip to The Fifth Stitch in Defiance; Ellen Upp’s store is off the beaten track for me, but she has sock yarns I don’t see anywhere else (thankfully, there’s mail order). Should I use self-patterning yarn, though? Isn’t that cheating? Sock pal, will you love your socks if they’re stockinette? And yet, even as I worry about the self-patterning yarn, here’s some that’s won my heart: Regia, won earlier this year from the lovely Lisa and her dawgs. I have fantasies of wearing socks made out of this yarn to work, hidden under sedate suit trousers – so my sock pal might be out of luck here.
What to do (Duffle was unimpressed with my quandry over what to choose.)?

I would be remiss if I didn’t share progress on my current socks – the first Opal sock is sooo long I had to fold it to get a decent photo (hee!), and very close to the toe decreases. Here’s a view of the lovely heel, in which I bossed around my knitting and broke the yarn to achieve to pattern repeat I wanted. We are all about the small knitting victories here at Knit One, Purl Too.

I’m also (finally) about to turn the heel on the first Retro Rib sock (Closeup of incredibly hard-to-photograph fabric) for Knit One, Purl Too’s Yarn Expedition Expediter – my husband. He’s calling it a July vacation to Acadia National Park in Maine; I’m calling it an excuse to visit Green Mountain Spinnery, Peace Fleece, Halcyon Yarn, Cottage Craft…you get the idea. And, sock pal? I think you’re getting Koigu – nothing’s too good for you!

Bonus link: Though it’s hard to believe I’d be looking at winter garments when it’s so hot out, check out these cool handwarmers in Berroco Air – I thought Berroco was “all foofy yarn, all the time” – who knew?

Must. knit. sock. now.

Tuesday, June 7: Laurie puts the sock yarn in the mail along with this stunning card – how did she know that every damn day is like that around here for me?

Friday, June 10: I receive the yarn in the mail. Do I think it’s lovely? Bet your sweet bippy I do; I am gripped with what could only be called “cast-on fever” (of the German Twisted variety, of course). I open the envelope after dinner and spend the trip to a local ice cream stand for dessert casting on (60 stitches, if you care).

Saturday, June 11: I knitted while we went grocery shopping: “You have to drive, because I have to work on the sock!” I knitted while watching Seinfeld reruns (“These pretzels are making me thirsty!”). I brought my knitting along in case it would be okay to knit while we went out with friends for ice cream (give me a break – it’s hot here!). There wasn’t really time, but I knit on the way to the friends’ house and back. And when I got home. (I increased to 68 stitches after the cuff, by the way.)

Sunday, June 12: Errands and volunteering on Sunday morning meant I couldn’t start knitting until close to lunchtime. But guess what i did Sunday afternoon? You bet! I was a knitting fool, or crazy like a knitting fox, whichever you prefer. More Seinfeld reruns and Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle kept me company, along with the Knit One, Purl Too peanut gallery (aka my husband).

Monday, June 13: In an effort to use up vacation time, I am taking Mondays off this month. What a sweet deal! I polished off the Seinfeld reruns and (say it with me) knit some more and then watched Office Space before my weekly Stitch ‘n Bitch. I don’t need to tell you what I did there. And this is where it got me: Not only is this progress photo a triumph of Photoshop, this is living proof that these are evidently the InstaSocks.

Which is a good thing, because I have succumbed to the Sockapalooza 2 virus, and I will cast on for that pair of socks soon enough.
sockapal2za_button.gif Even though I am a slow knitter, the Sockapalooza exchange seems do-able (is it wrong that I specifically asked for a sock pal with small feet? Don’t hate me, big-footed knitters – I think you’re great, but I’d finish your socks in December!). Plus, it’s so incredible to receive a pair of handknit socks made for me. [I also have to confess that I’m not sure I appreciate the true scope of the Secret Pal exchanges – it seemed to start out as wee trinkets you could fit in an envelope as a surprise for your pal, and it looks as though it’s become a “Christmas in July” sort of thing, with entire bags of yarn and flotillas of books from wishlists winging back and forth. I love other knitters, but if I’m buying a bag of yarn for anyone, I’m starting with me. Send comments to — Ed.] I am all about the small gestures, which is why I heart Laurie and her lovely gift of sock yarn. P.S. Opal, I was wrong about you – I think we’re going to have a beautiful future together.

That’s the kind of girl I am.

Now I understand what people mean when they talk about it being “too hot to knit sweaters” – I finished the body of the Lush sweater, and fickle girl that I am, instead of starting right in on the sleeves, I cast on for another pair of socks. I was looking for something easy and soothing as work got busier; a quick adaption of the 56-stitch 56-row sock pattern (can anyone say “64 stitches”) and I’m off to the races.

Five inches, six inches – everything was going along smoothly until I, um, tried the sock on. It’s about an inch too small; I can get it over my ankle, but as they say in the South, “it’s like stuffing ten pounds of sugar in a five pound bag.” So, I’m ripping. Or am I?

The astute among you will recognize this as Meilenweit Fun & Stripes; I see the stripes, and I guess those huge dark smudges at the edges of various stripes are the “fun”. Wow, that ticks me off. You cannot see that “design feature” at all when the yarn is in the ball – it’s only after you start knitting it up that the smudges show (look at the sock in the lower left here and you’ll see what I mean). Dear Lana Grossa: Could you please explain why you would make a lovely, colorful yarn with grey spots? I love you but I may have to start seeing other yarns. Love, Donna

After my little stockinette intermission, the Bearfoot Retro Rib socks started to look better and better – the right size, and now just a few rounds from the heel – imagine this sock several inches longer. But not very springy. What’s a girl to do? Why enter a contest of course. Thanks to the magic of random numbers and the fact that I love Donald Justice’s poem Men at Forty, Laurie is gifting me with this yarn in honor of her birthday (I am sending you to the entry so you can also admire the great picture of Laurie as a baby). What a treat, sure to save me from the “fun and stripe blues”. For the record, I am as surprised as anyone to be on the winning end of this contest. Then again, Donald Justice has never done me wrong. The third time’s the charm, though – I’m sure my contest luck is over at this point (at least until I have a contest of my own). Thanks, Laurie!

Re: The tragic disassembly of my first pair of self-striping socks.

To: Duffle
Fr: Donna
Re: The tragic disassembly of my first pair of self-striping socks

First of all, let me thank you for the recent pattern of waking us ten minutes before the alarm goes of because you are so, so hungry (thanks to the wacky vegan dog food/restricted diet the vet prescribed for your allergies). You just know that as soon as you have gone outside and been a good dog (at 5:50 in the morning), you get to eat. And we all know how important eating is to you, even as we suffer from your wacky fish-flavored dog breath afterward.

This memo serves to inform you that I was mistaken in my earlier assessment of your performance in re: the Magic Stripe socks (see July 27, 2004). While you did remove and destroy one set of Brittany Birch needles from said sock (for which I have still not received payment), I was wrong in my original assessment that the affected sock was “ruined” or that you were “eating all of my knitting” or that the sock was “beyond repair”. See exhibit A:

As you’ll note, the sock is back on the needles finished, almost without incident; for added protection, we used less tempting metal DPNs. Lion Brand Magic Stripe may be the poor man’s Regia, but it is fortunately as sticky as Shetland wool – even after nearly nine months exiled to a Ziploc bag, just a few stitches had dropped, and even those only one row. “Knitted together, we stay together, no matter how angry you get at the dog” appears to be the Magic Stripes motto.

Thank you too for showing no interest in mangling, chewing or hiding the Cherry Tree Hill socks (see a closeup of the afterthought heels), even though I’m sure they smell infinitely more interesting after regular wearings (four times and counting, including right this very second). I am finding it very satisfying to have finished them even though the experience of knitting them was less than thrilling. If you are keeping track, and I am, that makes two finished objects in two weeks, and three objects altogether in 2005 – almost one each month.

In short, Duffle, I apologize for anything I might have said regarding your character, willpower or lack thereof. While only growing out of puppyhood may make you a true friend to knitting (as it becomes less tempting), you are a true friend to all the denziens of Knit One, Purl Too – and for that I thank you.

Bonus link: the Marilyn knitalong I love this sweater.