Very happy with a new do.
I've often bemoaned the lack of a steady when it comes to hair dressers, but I think I may have found one (I think a few other people feel the same way).
Cake for birthday girl.
Love the icing paste in a tube with skinny writing nozzle that I bought in a fit of laziness.
And the knitting machine is here,
but not yet functioning. Both the machine and myself need some assistance. Right now it just sits on my layout table and taunts me.
Oh and the Ingenue jumper is not the disaster it felt like a week ago. I have indeed got the sleeves done in a most satisfactory manner, and after ripped back the bottom 15 or so cm, broke the yarn and joined in a different skein I am terribly optimistic. While blocking will have to do its voodoo on the underarms, cast off edges and neck shaping, even in its unblocked form it seems to be pretty wearable.
And in preparation for this year's ritual father's day socks, D picked out an actual pattern last night. He had requested and I had totally intended to knit skew for him, but a new sock book does mess with my head and get me thinking all kinds of crazy things. Even knitting 8ply socks. I know! If only I could find an appropriate yarn...anyone?
edited to add:
The knitting machine is now working! It required the predicted replacement of the sponge bar (new lingo!!), which thanks to the ever attentive and prepared Christine was an absolute snap. I am so so appreciative! But there was also, as equally predicted, a hefty amount of user error. I'm up and running now, though still feeling very incompetent. Watch this space for hilarious tales of stupidity.
It should also be said that without a specialised and portable knitting machine table, use of the machine is greatly limited since it's clamped to the table in the workroom rather than in the nice warm room with the TV. But I intend to work hard at gaining at least a pretense of competence before the upcoming craft camp so I can share the super speedy knitting love. Wil is very excited, this means he will be scoring a footy scarf (which seems only fair since he's learned the whole team song. I'm shocked. Shocked and appalled.)
I will also clear up the sock yarn search issue, realising as I did that I had been remarkably unclear in the original post. The pictured sock I intended to knit for the big D is not an 8ply pattern, but a 4 or 5 ply pattern. But it is some freaky squishy cotton and elastic nylon yarn that gauges like a 4 or 5 ply but produces socks somewhat thicker. All of which made me very nervous about the appropriateness of the stashed yarns I intended to choose from and the whole fathers day is nearly here and this is about to turn into a nightmare saga ring the project was sounding out.
So. I'm returning to plan A and will cast on for skew tonight as soon as I wind off the yarn I dyed and dried yesterday. But I will continue to search for 8ply for one of several other interesting patterns in the book (perhaps some patonyle?), and perhaps one day find the actual yarn used in the pattern (anyone seen it?) and knit them as they were intended.
I am also within sight of the end of the Ingenue. The pooling has been completely dispelled and there's only another 6cm of the bottom of the band to go, the neck to sew down, a few ends to be woven in and then it will be time to block. And the commuter mitts will definitely be finished tonight on the tram as there's only a half a dozen or so rows on the thumb to go. So I will happily be returning to project monogamy (my preferred state) until the socks are done. Luckily with craft camp looming there should be plenty of the other crafty artifacts to contemplate soon.
Oh and the cake at Amy's party was a big hit. One (very polite) kid said it was "the best cake I've had in my whole eight years". And that was after he'd eaten it! Full marks for him, I can tell you. The whole eight year old birthday party thing though is not really an experience I'd be keen to repeat. The kids go absolutely mental in packs (even before they are loading up on sugar and saturated fats) and seem remarkably resistant to behavioural modification cues. I was kind of astonished. A feeling compounded by the behaviour of some parents. Next year it will be a friend or two for an afternoon matinee at the movies or something similar.