This week, the best thing that can happen to a knitter happened to me - three times. I unexpectedly met recipients of my knitted love actually wearing the thing/s I knitted them - in public, you know, where other people could see them. Made me want to cry.
And some lovely people thought of me when they were in the vicinity of vintage knitting patterns. That made me want to cry, too.
And I went to the footy with a bloke who didn't think it all offensive, or even remarkable, that I knitted a sock while were out together, in public, you know, where other people could see. Yep, made me want to cry again.
I have not, however, spent my time in tears. I've been too busy grafting the toes of bedsocks and darning in all the bloody ends. Here's about 10 days' worth of sock production from Mum for Bron's CanAssist project. Despite pneumonia she's keeping up the production.
Consequently all I've managed to finish is 2 beanies, but I have made progress on many socks. Would be great to actually finish a pair this week.