The baby sweater. Roughly 3.5 inches done, 3 inches to go before I can start working on the sleeves and neckline. I. am. bored. to. tears. with all this garter stitch. But the color? Loving it. And the texture? Smooshy-yet-ridgey. Loving that, too. I do love the simplicity of this pattern. I think the simplicity is what makes it so sweet to me. The intended recipient won't be born until late December, so I've got plenty of time. Which is good, because sometimes knitting on this puts me to sleep. Ever wake up from your little train nap with knit marks all over your face? It's not pretty.
Speaking of pretty, there will be no photos of the socks in progress. Nor finished. They're red-hued Koigu, and the color keeps going all wonky on the camera. But trust me, they're something.
This weekend there are 784935 Halloween parties in the Bay Area. It takes on an almost religious significance here (by "almost" I mean "more than" - this really is bigger than Christmas and Easter and St. Swithen's Day combined). Me? I'm hiding. I have no costume. I have no plans to have a costume, mostly because planning said costume last year led to this weird little fit of mania with me not sleeping for a couple of days to work on my vision. I will go to one party, that one being thrown by the person I'm sleeping with (hi, mom!), and that is all. I will avoid clubs like the plague, there will be no revelry in the Castro. I now officially own my curmudgeonliness, so please be so kind as to get outta my rutabagas.
And, you know, have a happy Halloween weekend.