Paul is out of town tonight, so I have to do something to make the house seem less empty. A fire in the fireplace and Christmas music should do the trick. Paul doesn't enjoy Christmas music this early in the season, even though I'm not talking Frosty the Snowman here. Tonight's selection is harp and choir and mystery that puts snow on branches and stars in trees whether its December or not:
Getting the fire going is a challenge. It involves some recycling and the use of some fatwood sticks
and matches (Trusty likes to help).
In hopes of keeping Trusty out of mischief I've loaded this bone with bacon-flavored snacks stuck in with peanut butter.
It looks as if the fire is going to work.
The bone, too.
So finally I can finish the Titania's Revenge socks. I had a lot of trouble with the left sock.
I didn't count the stitches as the lace decreased, and consequently didn't notice that sometimes I was increasing. If I had kept going until the lace disappeared, the sock would have been twice as long as my foot (think Mad Magazine), so it had to be redone.
The right sock seemed to be going better until I ran out of yarn. Luckily BMFA sends Emergency Sock Yarn with the club kits.
I finished the right sock . . .
. . . only to discover that my socks don't match.
Not only does the pattern go much farther down the toe on the right than on the left, but the colors pooled on it as well.
Well, that solves the question of who to give them to for Christmas.
You know, these socks are pretty comfy. I've been wearing them all evening, and no one has mentioned that they didn't match.