Not Quite Meant to Be
It turns out I'm getting married. And it turns out that when that happens, one's girlfriends have a perfect excuse to embarass their friend and drag her around in public wearing fake veils, matching t-shirts, and any number of other indignities. It's called a bachlorette party. Given that 2 of my friends are deploying in July, and the other sometime in the fall, we made the universe (i.e. our call schedules) align for a little weekend away. A trip to an undisclosed location provided a great deal of car-passenger knitting. And it turns out that socks are just about the only thing one can knit in the middle of the world's ugliest desert.
I made great progress on the Retro Ribs, and even better progress on the Diagonal Ribs. But my riding-in-the-dark knit, these Regia socks, are not quite meant to be exactly this . . .Don't you see it? These were meant to be my first pair of Jaywalkers!