Lazy Monday

I didn't do much of anything today. We didn't have to go to work, so first thing I did was to sleep in until 6ish. I'm not really sure because I didn't even look at the clock when I got up. I thought briefly about driving up to Southaven, but decided against it. Instead, I stayed home and caught up on a few things around the house.

I did two loads of laundry, cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed and rug sticked the carpet, and paid bills. After that, I felt like I'd earned a little knitting time, so I finished the first Bubble Wrap sock.

I did 4 pattern repeats on the foot, instead of the three the pattern calls for.  The last pair I'd made with this pattern were a bit tight across the toes, so I wanted to make this one a bit bigger.  As you can see, I succeeded. 

I was looking at them and thought, "Boy that toe sure looks pointier than normal." That's when I realized, I'd decreased to 8 stitches on each needle, instead of my normal 12-14. Oh well, I'm not re-doing them.

I'd also wanted to make them a bit big, because I've heard that this yarn (Knit Picks Imagination) has a tendency to shrink a lot.  It is supposed to be superwash wool, but some people have reported that it has felted on them.  Others have reported that it does just fine in the washer.   I'm not so sure I'm going to like this yarn for socks.  It seems very loosely spun, and even more loosely plied.  In some spots, it seemed that the plies weren't even twisted around each other, but laying side by side. 

It was also supposed to be hand painted in such a way that it wouldn't pool, but as you can see, it pooled just fine, thank you very much.  Oh, well, good thing I don't mind pooling.

After a while, I got tired of sitting and watching TV, so I took Rylea for a walk.  We were just going to go for a short walk, because of the heat.  But there was a good breeze blowing, so we walked all the way down to the creek.  Ry was able to get a drink and cool off a bit.  Even I slipped off my shoes and went wading.  It kind of reminded me of the carefree days of childhood, when playing in a creek was the most important thing I had to do all summer.   

Now, the sun is setting, and my beautiful, glorious weekend is drawing to a close.  In the morning--very early in the morning--I'll have to return to the humdrum grind of everyday life.  I sure have enjoyed this weekend, even though I didn't anything special. 

Sometimes doing nothing is special in itself. 

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