We delivered my mother-in-law Verna to her plane last night at LAX without incident after a pleasant day visiting folks in Los Angeles, then made our way back to San Diego. It was somewhat luxurious to have two hours to just talk to each other in the car, though I did spoil that a bit by falling asleep towards midnight. And there was a package waiting for me when I got home! That woke me up a bit (admittedly, not for long).
Earin (to be known as "Earin the Enabler") has sent me a prezzie. Look, 7 skeins of Noro Kureyon, a big skein of Cascade 220 and a cool bag pattern!
I really did NOT need to cast on for anything new. I have lots of UFOs/WIPs to get back to, and I had just polished off Verna's socks while we were driving around Los Angeles. (Stupidly, I forgot to take pictures of them, so you'll have to take my word for it that the second one came out just fine.) But!!! how can you resist a pattern like this?
Strangely, the pattern calls for you to take your Noro Kureyon apart. You separate out all the color transitions and then use the bits. So now my sofa is a huge mess. I'm blaming that on Earin too.
It's very odd, but also addictive. I'd had a bit of prejudice against Noro because it always seems scratchy to me, but the Kureyon turns out to be not at all scratchy to knit with. I'm being naughty, avoiding the million things I should be doing (Rob turned out to have to work today — Sunday — so I thought I'd make it into Chore Day, but...). Thank you, I mean curse you, Earin! ;-)