Fiber Follies

…was last night, and it went well. We attracted one infectiously cheery youthful lady, who'd seen the flyer stuck to the coffee shop window. She's new in town and thought this a nice way to meet a few people and to hone her already fine knitting skills. She's worked several baby blankets, this one being her latest. Isn't it pretty? I love the pearly sheen to the yarn.

Precious Child cast on a mitten, and finished it before everyone departed. How 'bout that? Wish I could knit so quickly. Only thing is, it's her second try, and she's still not happy. The first she knit to "Men's" size specs. It was large enough to carry the week's groceries, with room left for a yarn spree. Last night's effort was knit to "Child's" size, and it's large enough, and then some, for her husband's very long hands. She calls it the Evil Mitten of Doom.

G. is one of my favourite people in the whole wide world. He came by with the stuffed kitty he's crocheting for his new grandson. All we saw was its head. Which is most excellently done.

And I really took a liking to one young lady, a photographer in real life. Her knitting instruction was sadly lacking, so she simply figured things out on her own. I never saw anyone cast on so prettily-it was like watching ballet. She also knits back & forth-without turning her work. What an enviable skill!