Hey, Lisa? Your Blackbewwie Sock! Merino is coming along nicely on that second ball–about two more days and I’ll be done. (Colorwise, mine is between her Blackbewwie and her Mulberry photos and the yarn is soft with a lot of shimmy and shine to it.)
When the first of my nieces got married years ago, my brother, parents and I flew to Seattle for the wedding and before we left, we ate at a restaurant that served me the most perfect one-person mixed berry pie, the best comfort food one could ever hope to find. There was just barely enough crisp crust to contain all that good dark fruit; it was a meal to remember all by itself.
That yarn color reminds me of that constantly as I knit. I keep wanting to go make berry pie! I aspire to make one as good as that one was; I’ve never yet achieved it.
Or maybe I could at least zap up some berry sauce and let it start to melt a little ice cream to celebrate when I finish this project.
It looks like I will go right down to the last 25 g or so of that wool. Small electronic scales are very useful for measuring how fast a yarn is disappearing into the fabric.
Went to Purlescence with an old friend tonight and got one whole long row done. Too much listening and laughing to get more done just then.
It was needed and it was perfect.