As predicted, I knit some socks. And as might be expected, I couldn't stick with just one project.
I like to have a plain pair on the go, and colour work is my joy to knit. I started off with knee highs for Jim, abandoned them because the colours reminded me too much of winter and cold. They are lovely though, and I'm sure I'll come back to it:
I thought that this plain pair would be enough of a contrast.
They were lovely to knit, so they are finished, but I had to cast on another colour work pair and these are my current loveys:
I wasn't sure of the colours at first, but I think it's one of those cases where the whole is greater than the sum of the parts.
Tomorrow, I go for surgery. I'm grateful to live in Canada, where I can get good quality care that doesn't strip my bank account. I'm nervous of course, because there is a risk. But then, there is a risk to just step out your front door. We all take so many risks in our lives with out even thinking. I think the only thing different about this risk is that it is not a regularly occuring risk for me. So that makes me nervous. I'm sure the surgeon's nerves are just fine.
On the other hand, this is a bit fun. The people at work were so nice to me today. Wishing me well, buying me lunch and even a gift of chocolate. I had a little shopping spree last week of a new book, and some yarn for a mindless knitting project. And there is a certain pleasure in knowing that I have 4 weeks off work to concentrate on getting well. That's a lot of knitting time!
Wish me luck! I'll talk to you on the other side.