Wednesday, January 31

I'm going to have to rip Dad's sweater back and add about 40 more stitches to compensate for the Fair Isle. (I'm hoping 40 is enough, hmm maybe 60.) That means more math. But hey, want it to turn out correctly.

I've finished the gusset on my Opal sock. Now it's the home stretch for the toe. I'll be able to wear new socks by the end of the week.

And now for something completely different:

I am Elrond

A stern yet benevolent organizer who often knows best, your wits are keenly fixed on aiding efforts you deem worthy.

Now at this last we must take a hard road, a road unforseen. There lies our hope, if hope it be. To walk into peril to Mordor.