Back from My Non-Weekend

Alright, so I've figured out how to post more than one picture per post but not how to arrange them as I want. Technology. A lovely thing.

Anyhoo, after 10 hours in the car in the space of 24 hours, I'm back to work and back to blogging. As expected, I knitted the whole way over to my parent's house and the whole way back (except the time it took us to wolf down a McDonald's breakfast in a McDonalds located in a Chevron station in Ritzville. Now that's Americanism, let me tell you.) We didn't even stop on the way back we were so eager to be home. I did manage to finish the Ruffled Rib Socks on the way over, and most of the Chevron Lace Socks on the way back (more on that later.)

We made it home by about 4:00 and then proceeded to plop down in front of the television for the next couple of hours (watching Star Wars, Episode I.) During that time I knit and knit on the Chevron Lace Socks until I RAN OUT OF YARN. I was just beginning to work the short row toe on the second sock when it happened. At that point I held up the end of the yarn and waived it (in all its stubby, too short glory) in front of Stephen's face. Me: I ran out of yarn. Him: hmmm (Star Wars is fascinating. The lights, the action.) Me: (waving yarn end and nudging him now): I ran out of yarn. Finally, he looks over. Uh-huh. And he goes back to watching the movie. I would like to tell you that when I reminded him that this means I would have to buy more yarn that this got his attention. But then I would be lying.

So now I have a pair of baby socks 99% done with no more yarn and no way to buy more until I get paid. Tragedy of epic proportions, I know. So I leave you with the above sad pictures of one finished sock and one *almost* finished sock. The slightly more blurry picture in the middle is of the Ruffled Rib Socks right before I left them forever with my sister. She is huge, by the way.