A Meagre Offering

Hello everyone.  I know it's been yet another record absence from blogging, but it's been a long year, and blogging about a pair of socks might not seem like a very big accomplishment, but it is - truly.  I feel I've spent the majority of this year sleeping, or perhaps sleep-walking through my life.

It's been a very busy time, chock-full of very bad and very good.  The very bad, we lost my Dad in April.

He was a lovely person, very patient and loyal, and always fixing things, leaving the world a better place in small ways.  He will be missed.

In September we lost our little bunny, Pip.

The opposite of Dad, this little bunny was a vicious creature.  We suffered through many bites and scratches in the 13 years he lived with us, and though I certainly won't miss that, his absence is being felt.

But there's also been very good.  In June, Nigel and I went down to Minneapolis to see The Cure in concert.

 This was good fun, and, as we were staying at the same hotel as the band, I got to chat with Roger O'Donnell on the elevator (hey, check that link out, it's his birthday today!)

Also very good, Nigel bought himself tickets to Wimbledon, so I tagged along with him to England and met up with my Aunt and Uncle.

They are delightful people and we spent a lovely day wandering through antique shops in Hastings.

...on to the socks.

A simple sock pattern from Regia, using Regia Zoofari yarn, a kooky little yarn that knits up into animal prints.  These are the tiger stripes.  I added a little solid black at the heel and toe, and a smidge along the cuff.  Rrraawr!



So, in short, the good was wonderful and the bad was awful and the socks are tiger-stripe, and it's left this entire year feeling like some strange dream...and so...


Let's watch The Cure (circa 1989) sing us a Lullaby while I try to shake myself out of dreamland.