I’m downright giddy as I get ready to board a flight to Seattle for a knitting retreat. Sister-friend Cathie (she of the knitting cruises — yes, it’s a thing) is coming down from Vancouver.
The Strung Along Retreat will include about 35 other knitters, gathered for three days of knitting, dyeing, and cooking — and, I can pretty much guarantee, loads of laughs. I’ll let you know.
Having finished the toe at Mom’s yesterday afternoon, I tossed both Patons socks into the sink last night.
This morning, I left them dangling in the kitchen where they’ll dry — and will likely hang — until my return.