Every once in awhile, the world turns pink, and I seem to have several projects this colour. Last weekend, I turned a gift of crabapples into jelly. The house smelled amazing – that sweet, tangy smell reminds me of growing up on an orchard.
I’m knitting frantically on a special project that should be done shortly. For a break, I knit a few rows here and there on my sock.
The second sock is a little less fun than the first – I’m starting to see why some people knit both at once, to save from the slight boredom of knitting the clone. But the first sock is such a nice fit that I’m determined it not be an orphan.