Vacation Promiscuity

Grandma's sock are finished! I dropped by to present them to her on Tuesday. She looked very happy. But, of course, I forgot a camera. I will get a picture of them the next time I stop in to see her.

This means that I am no longer forced into knitting monogomy. And just in time, because tonight we leave on a little vacation, so I am ready for some knitting promiscuity. Deciding on the perfect vacation knitting is so difficult. Worse than packing clothes. My husband always accuses me of packing too much. (Not that he wants to pack for the kids, or isn't grateful when he comes up with something obscure that we need and I pull it out of a bag.) I don't want to pack too much, but I also don't want to run out of knitting (not that I think I am going to finish the socks that are only 25% completed, but I could get bored with them or hit an unforeseen roadblock).

Right now, I am learning towards the two socks in progress, plus the new lace stole that I started a week or two ago. On the "maybe" stack is the Merry Berry Shawl. "Probably not" we have my sweetie's hoodie. When space is limited, a XX men's sweater that is 3/4 finished, along with the sweatshirt I am using as a size model, is not the best option. I will take it if he wants, and even work on it, but if I do, I don't want to hear one syllable about overpacking.

The toe-up socks for my mother are still at the toe (I got sidetracked for them with grandma's request), so I don't think that I will bother bringing those either. Oh, maybe I will bring something new to cast on! Decisions, decisions. I feel like a single girl with loose morals traveling through Europe without my parents for the first time. So many choices. I wan't to indulge in them all!

We are leaving this evening, to do most of the driving overnight while children sleep. I have my head lamp, so I can knit during the nighttime hours. (Tested on a short road trip over Labor Day weekend.)

Today, it is all about the multiple (knitting) encounters.

Downhill to the deadline

I have (finally!) started the decrease the toes on Grandma's socks. It is all downhill from here, baby. Every (other) row, there are four less stitches to knit. Grandma's birthday is next week, so the deadline is doable.

As a bit of celebration, and since I was under the erroneous impression that I had forgotten the sock at the office, I cast on a pretty lace stole. "Is that something new?" my husband asked. Even he can't mistake lace for a sock. "What about my sweater? When are you going to finish that?"

Me: "What sweater?"

Um, you mean the sweater that is hidden behind the sofa? I don't know what you are talking about. Apparently, my days of knitting monogomy aren't finished.

Today, it is all about the substitutions.