I didn't mean for it to happen. I resisted all day. We went out and got the youngest Becher new shoes, I dropped off the quilt 'bits' at Laura's to be actually quilted into a blanket, and we did some other errands. Once home, I closed my ears to the keening sound the sock yarn was emitting. I even went so far as to re-route my traffic patterns around the downstairs, so I wouldn't have to walk directly past it. Turns out, that wasn't sufficient, and I'm now playing host to Opal's "Tonks" yarn and it's rapidly growing into a usable sock.
Oh, the fuchsia! The gold! The pretty, burgundy, blippity-bits!
The plan was to finish up the nine (or so) pair that are already on needles. I have Red's socks to finish, Rob's socks to re-start, socks for oldsters, youngsters, and others-with-feetsters. Now I have another. So much for willpower.
Speaking of, another nice chunk of Camilla has gone missing. 1.2 lbs, and the week before it was 3.8. That's five big ones. I got to my first two 'goals', which happened (conveniently) to be the same number... my 'ten percent' and my first 25 pounds. The WW thing isn't so bad as I thought it would be, and my surprise at General Tso not ruining my weigh-in was more than exuberant, though I refrained from peeing my pants.
I was supposed to do my coffee-swappy thing here, but the sock yarn is trashing my concentration. I'm also trying to ignore the fact that my eldest child is baking a chocolate cake (not from a box, I'd like to add), and the dryer apparently would like someone to swing by and burp him of his contents. Beeping. Timers going off. Yarn wailing. I think it's time for a movie and some 1x1 ribbing.
Oh, and here's a link to the best dolls ever. I got a kit for one probably eleven years ago and have made several since. The patterns are great, and once you've made one, you can order additional supplies right from Magic Cabin. Waldorfy-fun for everyone. You try. I wait here with knitting. And movie. And Herr Becher to warm up next to. Oh, and coffee. (Must go... sock not shutting up.) C