Went for a walk on the boardwalk this morning. Started another pair of socks while I was waiting for my friend to join me. I've been making a lot of socks, but not wearing any of them. Stormy weather here today, thunder and lightening, torrential rains (certainly nothing like the US east coast), mostly hot, and humid. Not sock wearing weather. So why, why another pair of socks? Why not? The other undone projects need a bit too much thinking; the cashmere lacey cardigan needs a clear mind to put on the last sleeve, ditto on finishing the neckline on the burgundy silk sleeveless top, my pink coat/cape thing is too thick and heavy to knit while my pinkie finger heals, I need to work out a pattern for the shoulders on a cotton t-neck sweater, the ruby red velour/multi-colour ribbon sweater needs to have the yarn detangled, no brain for the little lace cashmere scarf for Mum. Socks can be finished, and unlike another scarf, they're more likely to be used. So the socks win while I work on my brain and my finger. I missed my belly-dancing class yesterday which I regret because I love this new teacher. She is to belly-dancing what cookbooks without pictures are. EEk, that sounds bad. What I mean is that her words fill my head with the image of what a move is supposed to feel like. Her descriptions flesh out where a movement starts from and what she intends it to express. I'm only a beginner belly-dancer, and I need the "motivation" explained, at the same time that I get to feel it out for myself. And she is a knitter, so she is to be trusted. My other teacher sent me a pattern for crocheting a hip scarf, but not having gotten the crochet gene, I'm going to try and adapt something so I can knit it. So I think that covers it; belly-dancing, rugs, and knitting....