Some of you might remember those lyrics. What were the words immediately preceding "Must be the season of the witch?" Give up?
"You've got to pick up every stitch."
Very appropriate for last night's s-i-l knitting party. Since we live 1700 miles apart, nights like this are to be appreciated. From 5:00 to 1:00a.m. we stitched, bitched, drank a fair bit of wine, laughed and sang ourselves silly:
That would be Ellen, after purchasing a hundred and some dollars of yarn (I am a very bad influence) and needles, without ever having knit, holding up her first effort. And Karen getting in on the act attempting to rewind Colinette Mercury, appropriately named because no matter how you try to wind it, it melts into a pool of fabric. Don't get taken in by its beauty, it is nearly impossible to knit anything other than basic garter stitch.
This weekend we also took advantage of a Dine Out Vancouver special, a three course meal at a nice restaurant for $25. The math on the bill worked out OK but I don't want to do the math on the calories. Way too much good food. They always have this in January, just in time to bust those New Year's resolutions. I should be using my yarn scale for its intended dietary purpose. More tomorrow.