Finished this blue hat for bro last night; photo was taken yesterday before I finished it. I had to knit, tink, frog, and reknit the decrease section I-don’t-know-how-many-times. Knitter error. Rookie mistakes. But it is done and will be blocked later today. Here’s hoping the [many] wonky stitches get over their wonkiness in the bath. ::fingers crossed:: It is soft, as requested.
As soon as my Knit Picks order arrives I will whip out another hat for SIL. That one will be blue worsted weight so will go much faster. Worsted hats are like potato chips…
After that, what will I work on? I promised a pair of socks to the woman who gave me this yarn (the pink/blue variegated, not the solid turquoise, I will use that for the heels, toes, and cuff). She dyed and spun the yarn, probably from her own sheep and wants to know how it works for socks. After that I hope to return to the Big Red Blob.
Sorta kinda knitting related.
During one of my frogging stages on the hat, I put the stitch markers on the base of my LED worklight, which as you can see, gather dog and cat hair. Smokey thought they were the Olympic rings at first glance. We decided they were much more diverse than the olympic ones, having many colors.
Three Wishes by Liane Moriarty. If you, for some inexplicable reason, had decided to follow and analyze my reading habits, the fact that I read 20 pages in this book by one of my favorite authors and tossed it aside may be puzzling you. It almost puzzles me. Almost all the books I have read by this author have at their center a serious conflict or a mystery. This one seems to be 100% froth and is missing the serious underlying circumstances of her other books. Since my pile of TBR books from the library is towering toward collapse, this one went in return-to-library pile. 1✭ YMMV.
Under the Skin by Michael Faber. I chose this book because I [thought I] have seen/read other of his oeuvre and found them fascinating. It turns out I had misremembered the author’s name. I was thinking of Michael Frayn, not Faber. But during my search to see what else this author had written, I came upon a complete summary of the plot. No need to read it now…
The Dark Half by Stephen King. I thought I had read everything King had written (except The Dark Tower series, which I could never get into), but apparently that is not correct. This book came out in 1989, and I am pretty sure I never read it. The writing seems to me not quite as polished as his more recent tomes, sort of choppy or lumpy, but it is still King and I enjoyed it. The protagonist, Thad, is an author whose books published under his own name never sold terribly well, while the four books he wrote under a pseudonym and which were horror/suspense books were blockbusters. Now it seems as though the pseudonymist author/main character has come to life and is murdering people who are connected to Thad and his desire never to write another of *those* books again. 4✭
Nothing new here. Still listening to The Warmth of Other Suns.