Feet. We loves feet.

We has to if we knits socks?

These are for Beth. I finished them a few days ago - FINALLY - and do not want to do another cable again on sock yarn for quite some time. Inner voice: Although, really, Kristen, let's be honest, your next sock project has cables, you just think that they're "different" and "exempt" and you're excited just like you were when you made up the last pattern that was a bit of an uphill battle right around the ankle of the first sock. Do you not LEARN from this? Is there some punishment-loving side of you that secretly craves making sock patterns that push you to tears? Although, in my defense, I did find a ready-made sock pattern for my next pair, and I have learned my lesson: a little bit of planning and consideration what kind of sock knitting I enjoy will go a long way for the next design work I do.

Beth has been a dear friend of mine through the past 3 1/2 years. She's another violinist in the music department, who now has a fantastic job in her hometown, and who has been dealing with chemo for lymphoma. You may have remembered the post that accompanied this news. I have this issue, I think it's an issue, that with the news of cancer in a loved one, I rush to knit stinking socks for them. For those who read YarnHarlot Maman and Mendon, it reminds me of the Yarn Harlot's feathers shawl. At any rate, I'm glad to know that she's doing well, that she's beautiful without her hair (gorgeous and bohemian, and to be honest, I agree with her middle school students that she should stay bald), and that she will have socks for next winter. Love that gal!

Also, along those feety lines:

I did this last night and boy! did we stay up late for this decoration. I'm glad I did it, but uhm, would have been happier to have started it around 5 pm, rather than 10.

Posts to follow on the rest of the henna explosion, my blogging thoughts, and jewelry.