Unpacked. Laundry’s done. Dishwasher is running. We’re officially settled in and ready for a fresh start this week with work and preschool.
We conquered San Diego. In the uplifting, non-Missionary sense of the geo-political spectrum.
There was the zoo. Sea World. Hanging with friends in the yacht basin, feeling all at once casually cool and substantially outclassed.
We also enjoyed visits with Great Grandpa and Knitting Granny, who actually got all knitty after years of reprieve and generously cast-on a couple hundred stitches on my behalf. She’s still got moves.
Reed had a blast. I had a blast. I was blessed with lots of car and plane knitting time (Reed was delightfully occupied with the audio versions of the Magic Tree House series*), so the brown sock saw some major action. I just have a toe to go. It is likely they are too long in the foot, but I think I can work this unfortunate miscalculation. Worse case, I unravel a bit and rework the toes. And, with luck, they might just come out to be the same length. Fingers crossed.
I ignored your wise advice and took the purple project after all. I suffered two failed cast-ons before I was off and
running knitting. I got so far as to finish my border. I see short rows in my future.
The Plan C skein of sock yarn remained untouched, which really ought to be the case with Plan C. You know things have a either gone really well (unlikely) or quite poorly (more likely) if you make it to Plan C of your travel knitting syllabus.
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