And I am soooo happy! Today I got to wear a wool sweater and wool socks. The very first socks I ever knit, in fact:
They are so cozy and fit me perfectly. I also love the colors in the yarn--really makes me think of autumn. It's Friday and I'm looking forward to a weekend of gorgeous fall weather, knitting, and being outside. Possible outings for Taz and I might include apple picking at this orchard, hiking here, or visit lots of places around this town, (and if we do go, you can bet we'll stop at this place). For sure, Sami and I are going to get together (feels like I haven't seen her in ages), and I'm going to ask her to help me pick out a new stud for my nose. You see, yesterday I noticed that the little jewel had somehow fallen out of my nose ring (stud), and now it just looks like a tiny empty metal dish. Not sparkly and cute. So, since Sami has a pierced nose as well, I thought she would be a good person to bring along for this important decision.
And what will I be knitting, you ask? Well, I'm making good progress on x-mas surprise #2:
Obviously, I had to do a major close up so you couldn't tell what it is (well, OK, some of you can probably still tell, but shhhh!). Luckily, it also allows you to appreciate the beauty of this Mountain Colors yarn. I don't think the future owner of this gift reads my blog much, but you never know, so better safe than sorry. I was working on it last night at SnB, where a reporter from this local publication came by to chat with us all. Look for the article during Rosh Hashanah (Oct. 3-5). Obviously we're not front page news! And what a small world it is--the reporter had gone to high school very near where I used to live in Chile. Anyway, if I finish x-mas surprise #2 this weekend, then I'll go back and finish swatching for x-mas surprise #1, if I get a chance to buy the right size needles.
I really did start reading Ulysses by James Joyce, and so far it is both extremely difficult and extremely beautiful. I have decided this is not a book I can read just to get through it and be able to tell my father I've finally read it (he's been recommending it to me since elementary school, literally). No, this is a book I will need to take my time with and savor each word. Sometimes I will reread parts because I didn't understand them, but I think most parts I return to will be because of language like this:
"Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of the dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the harpstrings merging their twining chords. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the dim tide." (p. 9)