So let me just preface this by saying that yes, I suck. I hath not blogged in weeks and weeks. I doth suck in great muchness. Of this I am sure.
This time, it's not even just that I have nothing to say. I have actually knitted. Finished things. Even blocked them. There are photographs. But the computer and the camera and the USB cable are not to be in the same place at the same time before midnight. It just means trading blogging for sleep. And here we are.
I made a swallowtail shawl. Looky.
I also made my best pair of socks EVAH. 64 stitches on 0s, slip-stitch flap heel, short row toe. They fit perfectly. I've made lots of socks that fit okay, but these fit GREAT. LOVE.
Oh yeah, trekking 110 (I think). You know, the one that's that color.
(Now if I could just make a perfectly fitting sweater, because while perfectly fitting socks are an utter joy, you know, they don't really "pop" the outfit.)
In other news:
BLEGGER! Chez mama (about 25 minutes east of Cummington, near Northampton), May 26, after the festival. Email me at mama (at) mamacate (dot) com for directions, and if I have never met or spoken to you, tell me someone we both know or direct me to your blog. Just safety stuff, you know. But really, come, come!
Speaking of festabals, I'm going to NH! Sans kids! Rilly! V. v. excited in case you couldn't tell. It still might fall through, and I've been given injunctions against strong drink and staying out late (presumably the part about loose women went without saying, but then again think about who I'll be seeing there). But I suddenly get to go, and that's kinda nice.
It's that bear time of year here in lovely Florence ("uptown" in local parlance). A mama bear and the three cutest cubs you could possibly imagine spent the afternoon, overnight, and the next morning in our backyard. As moms of multiples, we could totally relate to her.
The photos are not that great. I got better video, but dude, if I waited till I had time to remember how to download that, and find all the cables, well, you'd never hear from me.
See them coming down there? And seriously, sorry for the bad pictures (click to biggify--I cropped them so you can kind of see something). Can you see that they look like teddy bears? I mean, moving, breathing teddy bears (with a 1,000 pound mama who'd kick your ass if you tried to hug them, granted). It was cool though.
I'm pretty sure it wasn't the same bear from last time. That one was taller, browner, and I think he was a guy. This was of course, a mama, round and black. She even nursed them in the backyard. Awww.
More socks over here. When I stood up the sock-in-progress fell on the dog, who was way too tired to do anything about it. I thought it was a good photo op.
And speaking of photo ops, the fred flinstone socks I made in January and never photographed because they were shy, well they have emerged from their undisclosed location and were willing to pose for the blog.
Anyway, maybe the bears will come join us for the blegger. Who knows? I'm going to suggest no camping in the backyard, just in case.