It smelled just a little like Spring today. It's still cold, down in the 40s, but it was warm in the sun and there was just this hint in the air of a wet greeny smell. Normally I'm all a-ok with winter but this one has seemed long and cold, if not particularly dreary.
The cable twist socks enjoy a sunbathe on a bench.
Turnin', turnin', turnin', keep those heels turnin', rawhide!
I got a bee in my bonnet last weekend and worked them a bit so it won't take a month to finish them. Maybe another week, if I can get the gusset done this weekend. The image is a little light but fairly true to color - K the love monkey wears only the dark socks. And by dark he means grey or black.
I am also somewhat obsessed with entering this month's Purlescense Storybook Competition. Camaderie in the land of Alices and all that. If only I can just get the idea out of my head and into yarn. Things coming out of my head usually don't translate well so this will be no small feat for me.
Yeah, baby, show off those twists: