Taking Rositta's wise advice, I cast on a new pair of socks to knit while I watch the hockey playoffs. Wisely, I recorded last night's game against the
Anklet socks for moi in merino sock yarn, hand died by SockPixie in the color Crocus Fairy. The cuff is a picot cast on that I always thought too fussy to mess with. I'll definitely do this cast on again with this particular method. It was simple.
I can safely work on the lace and spinning until Sunday when the Wings take to the ice again. Bring it on Chicago. My Swedes are gonna teach you a thing or two about talkin' smack. They happen to skate tall and carry big sticks and are relatively easy to identify. In addition, if you forget their names, you should be able to have a look-see at the Stanley Cup as a reminder of who they are. A few Wings have their names on there more than once. Besides Scotty Bowman, how many of you can say the same? Oh. That's right. None. You haven't won a Stanley Cup since 1961. I'm just saying, get ready to eat some Humble Pie.