No more leaves

So, as the most astute have noticed, Foliage Deux has disappeared. I was about eight rows from binding off when I realized I had about a yard of yarn left.

This was going to be a problem.

Instead of ripping back completely, I cast on one of my constant baby hats... and ....

Knitting a baby hat out of a grown-up hat? Quite possibly the easiest way to travel!

And in honor of Valentine's Day ... my dog, being utterly cute:

That's my pup, trying to make a nest on my bed. All shall bow before her.

Foliage Deux

I'm chugging along on my second Foliage hat. I am using what is left over of the Cascade 220 Superwash Paints ... and as I am roughly thirteen rows from binding off, I hope I have enough!

I've been wearing *my* Foliage around town, and I love it! I love how the colours pool, I love how it feels, and how I did not have to make any little pompoms (I am not a fan of making pompoms).

Tomorrow I will attempt (for the third day in a row) to drive out to Elementary School ... in rush hour traffic. When I start working, I am to be in the school by 8:05 a.m. I want to see how long it takes me to get from Point A to Point B ... with some time left over for Unexpected Emergencies and Getting a Parking Space.

Foliage for the head

So right now my dog is sitting on my bed, and I'm anxiously watching to make sure she doesn't make a jump *off* the bed. (For those not in the know, Misty is a seven pound toy poodle ... who is fourteen years old and quite possibly blind in one eye. She is adorable).

However, I have asomething pretty I wish to share.
Foliage by Emilee Mooney. Knit on US 7 dpns and US 5 dpns. Used about half a skein of Cascade 220 Superwash Paints in Tropical Punch. Took a grand FIVE days to knit up.

I really liked this pattern, and it was the first time I knit a hat from the top down. I think I have enough for a *second* hat, so I'll be starting that this afternoon. Plus, this hat *made* me go the LYS to buy some Susan Bates US 5 dpns ... in which I entered Knitting on the Lamb, declared the store dangerous, and asked for some needles. Happily, the store owner is used to me coming in every few months or so, declaring the place dangerous, and then seeing me twitch in delight at all the beautiful yarn.