My mother-in-law wore a sweater I knit her when we all went out, Wednesday. It's a Christmas present from three or four years ago:
It's another turkish sock pattern, knit in lopi. I've been gradually perfecting the whole concept over the last several years. Anyway, not only does she take good care of the sweater and WEAR it, she went out and bought that turtle-neck because it exactly matched the lighter tone in the sweater. How can you not enjoy knitting for someone like that? (She's gonna freak when she sees the Blue Shimmer.)
There is no photo of the baby stuffed full of Thanksgiving dinner and unable to move. Unlike the rest of us, she had enough common sense to not eat that much at one time, and stayed on her usual meal schedule. (The rest of us stuffed ourselves in early afternoon and then had several pieces of pie, each, as a combination dinner and snack.) The baby does love pumpkin pie, though. We ate the rest of it for breakfast today.
We will not discuss the gravy. Oy.
The dye bath is almost exhausted and I'm about to do a rinse and then start on the other color (cornflower blue). I'm documenting the entire process with the camera, so I can subject everyone to a tutorial later. (Not that I have any freaking clue what I'm doing, here - this is the first time I've dyed anything since a round of tee shirts in 1986.) So far the yarn appears to be really fucking pink. Or as the husbeast says, "That's not pink. It's PINK!"