Here are my feet modelling some socks. It is doubtful I'll be wearing these socks for at least four months. In the mean time, today is the eve of a holiday weekend. I was down on Queen street tonight, doing the promenade on a warm summer evening, had an ice cream at Ed's Real Scoop with the ex-husband. I think I'm going to have to review these blogger rules and read up on the etiquette. I have no clue what is de rigeur, crass or copyright infringement! I'd share the names of peoples and places in my life, but am I invading their privacy? Would I like to be mentioned in a blog? Not likely, unless I was being complimented about my shimmy walk or some knitty thing. Also, I wanted to share an online purchase I made, but the photograph isn't mine - I saved it off the website from the vendor. I don't tribal belly dance, though I love to see it. I'm amazed at the process that evolved tribal, and all the influences and schools of dance that percolated this spectacle. So I bought a coin bra, with just a wee band of embroidered mirrors on the edge. A really stupid purchase, given I'm unemployed and watching a dwindling bank account, and I'd never wear it.... Is it a sign of more than my impulsive nature... go tribal... or maybe I just bought a very beautiful thing that I can throw on a wall, and wear around the house and out in the privacy of my back deck. Knitwise today, I unraveled, you guessed it, a pair of socks, started some five years ago. I realize now that I completely messed up instructions on the heel - something about knitting with waste yarn (I thought I was supposed to hold the stitches on the waste yarn). Never mind, back to the ball it went. I'm fearless about undoing work. Better back to the potential of ball of yarn, than a half or three quarters finished project that I'll never touch again. I once unravelled an aran cardigan because there was no way that I could fit into it, or I messed up the sizing, I can't remember. Other pic is me this winter in a sweater that I did to wear under down vests, with some hugely thick slubby german yarn, a big collar that can keep my neck and ear canals warm. Again, a sweater that sat around for quite a while until I finished it. Then I didn't like the length, and snipped off the ribbing and added a couple more inches. I usually learn something on every project, except maybe the socks. But today, even on socks, I started a beginner sock, a tube, in some creamsicle orange wool, not hard wearing sock material, more a winter afternoon pickmeup warm sock to watch the film noirs with the fire burning sock (minimal walking). Later. Need sleep to wake up early tomorrow for my walk on the boardwalk.