Gidget Casts On

Baby Steps

OK, maybe there's been SOME knitting. Sometimes even an entire row in a day. Impressive, no? And so the linen shrug (remember her?) progresses, with a stately, measured subtlety. That's how I see it, anyway.

So not so much knitting, but lots of music around here these days; current soundtrack includes the raucous A-Bones and the sublime Ed Harcourt (who happens to be playing a couple of gigs in NYC tonight and tomorrow.) And if you haven't encountered the Tiny Masters of Today yet, go check their tunes on MySpace. I'm only mildly depressed to realize that you could add the ages of the band members together and still come up with a number that's only slightly more than half MY age. And those pipsqueaks can freakin' ROCK.

There's also been some messing about with Photo Booth in my MacBook.

Because nothing cheers the heart more than obnoxious self-portraits enhanced with cheesyass digital effects. I'm not alone here, am I?

Fall Already?

Can you believe this weather? I'm sitting here now with all the windows open, and I'm wearing LAYERS. It's positively nippy this morning, and I couldn't be happier. Less glee-inducing is the precurser of autumn hay fever that seems to be accompanying the cooler weather, but I'll take it, for now. I don't do well in the heat and I don't like air conditioning, so summer always gets me a little slow and cranky. I knit less in the summer not because of fiber aversion, but because I just don't have the energy to make things.

So it's a good thing that the temperature is bringing my knitting mojo back, as the Martian was handed a promotional postcard yesterday while we were in Hoboken, and one image in particular has grown into an obsession of alarming proportions:

I have two humble questions for you lovely, well-informed folk:

1. Is there a pattern for these somewhere? I feel like I've seen it, but nothing's coming up when I google 'toe socks'. But what else could they possibly be called?

2. Please tell me that someone makes rainbow self-striping sock yarn. I don't think I could face weaving in all those ends, no matter how cold it gets.