Shortly after taking the photos of my new sock-in-progress Catriona yesterday, I ripped it back to the heel because I wasn’t satisfied with the increases on the leg.
I’ve finally learned to listen to the little voice in my head that tells me something is not right and I need to rip back and change it or I will never be happy.
(Conversely, I do ignore the little voice in my head that tells me to push under the train the annoying woman who invariably shoves her way in front of me on the platform because she has to be the first person on the train. Trust me — this takes tremendous willpower.)
To get back to knitting, I started the leg increases too soon. Because this is a lace pattern and quite stretchy, there’s no need for increases until a bit further up the leg. so that’s where they are now.
There was a question in the comments asking what I thought of Raven Black by Ann Cleeves. Well, I enjoyed it. It’s a murder mystery (or as it says in the Amazon.com description a “taut, atmospheric thriller”) set in the Shetland Isles.
While not the best mystery I’ve read, it was far from the worst. A very entertaining read, with a cast of nicely-developed characters, more so than a lot of mysteries I’ve read.
The book is the first of the “Shetland Island Quartet.” I have a copy of the second book (White Nights) which I will be reading soon, and apparently the other two books of the quartet are not yet available.
Okay, who wants my copy of Raven Black? Leave a comment to this entry by noon EST this Sunday (February 22) and I will call upon the Random Number Generator to pick a recipient.
Just for Fun
I’ve been looking for a new perfume. I’ve got a couple of old standards that I will never stop using, but I like a little variety, you know? My two favorite perfumes of all time are Guerlain’s Shalimar and Cacherel’s Anais, Anais. I am also very fond of Opium, but it’s too heavy for me sometimes.
Anyone have any perfume recommendations based on my loving those three?
Oh, I do have a few samples at home . . .
“I dare not turn my back on her . . . “