Yesterday, my husband ventured alone into the unknown, the local yarn store. I needed a new needle for a project, and, since yarn stores tend to keep bankers' hours, I wasn't going to be able to go by and get one until the weekend. So he said if I'd write down exactly what I needed, he'd go get it for me, and that's just what he did. Just like in a "Love is..." comic.
To show my appreciation, I finished the last few inches of the cuff and turned the heel on his Spey Valley socks. This second one has been been my "coffee sock" for weeks, getting a round worked here and there while I'm waiting on the coffee to brew, letting the dogs out, or otherwise waiting around in the kitchen. Progress has been slow but steady, despite his concerns that I'd never finish them that way. Things are looking up in that regard; I had a serious case of "just one more row" last night. Perhaps because this was my first time turning a heel on two circular needles.
In other news, there has been swatching for the October sweater.
1 comment:
That's so sweet that your hubby offered to get the needles for you. Lucky lady.
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