I had a blast last night at Stitch and Bitch. It helped that there was wine:
Leah and I had determined a few weeks ago that we each had some sock yarn we considered "extra," and were willing to trade, so we set up a swap. I traded some yarn that looked like this:
for some that looks like this:
Plus, some other people caught wind of the swap and brought yarn to trade--or, in Kim's case, give away.
Look! A finished sock!
*Ahem* What's that? My clever attempt to distract you with a FO didn't work? Darn.
All right. I admit it. I did go home with more yarn than I arrived with, which wasn't what I was planning... but look! Superwash wool in blue, yellow, and green! A ball of hemp! And hand-painted sock yarn in a bright, fun colorway called Circus! Kim needs some cookies, I think, to reward/thank her for her generosity. ("It would have just sat around, otherwise," she said when I thanked her.)
And I had my gauge swatch double-checked by two people, both of whom came up with numbers that were almost identical to mine: 6.25 or 6.5 stitches per inch. Hooray! Now I can cast on David's kilt hose.
As soon as I pick up the pattern, which I left at ReBelle on Sunday. Because I am just that absent-minded sometimes.