two knits of ivory

My one hope of yesterday came true. The hubster and I were high up on the ferris wheel at the Topsfield Fair (our county fair) at dusk. Romantic is not a word that readily comes to someone's mind when they think of me. Pragmatic or sentimental, surely, but romantic, never. In fact I think I am one of the few Jane Austen fans that read her books for the social commentary rather than the romantic denouement. So I did surprise myself when I thought a sunset ride on the ferris wheel for the day after our 9th wedding anniversary last night would be perfect. It was. Especially after we took a moment to check out how the judging went for my Digitessa socks. (Please ignore where I crudely photoshopped my real name) If you can imagine it, I totally did a little happy-happy dance right then and there. There is still a 10 year old girl inside this jaded, middle aged knitter. It was nice to spend some time with her again.

Last Friday, after failing, once again, to get my grubby little paws on some Wollmeise, I succumbed to the Peaknit method, I picked up the Fratello and Spina di Pesce sock kits at the Yarnissima shop. Only five days later and my grubby little hands are clean as a whistle so as to manhandle these: I've read about how awesome Yarnissima's packages are, but I still was in awe of the little goodies she included. She really goes out of her way with the sundries and makes you feel very special. However, being a veteran of Yarnissima's patterns , the pragmatic in me found the laminated mini charts to be the best, absolutely fabulous perk in the package. A very close second is this cutey pie, which is brightening up my dreary work cube: Amidst all this yarny goodness I still have a couple of things to complain about. First, even though my knitting mojo is back, it seems taking a decent picture these days requires more energy than I can find the patience to muster. Second on my...