Halos of Hope and Robert Frost

Knitting for the Podcast Throwdown continues at my house. Fingering weight yarn, what was I thinking? That being said, I have roughly 6 inches on my Sockhead Hat otherwise known as Halos of Hope 2 hat. As the hat grows in length, I can only think of Robert Frost's poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Frost is one of my favorite poets of all time and I used to be able to quote more than a few lines of his through high school. That part of my brain has slowly fallen into disuse so going forward, I think I'll make more of an effort to engage the literature part of my brain.  Perhaps tonight I'll read Sherlock Holmes while knitting in the round instead of watching Merlin. No promises :)

Weaving ends is going to be difficult

The hat is made of Patons Stetch Socks in the Kelp and Sugar colorways. For some reason my stash has several single balls of this base in various colorway. Now the trick is to pair them with some like colors for an appealing FO. Somehow Kelp and Sugar works in person better than it does in pictures. I also finished my mystery project (socks). The pattern is for a friend and she gets to name the pattern. When they have a name, I'll post a picture of the correct sock rather than the attempt sock which, in my opinion, looks nothing like the other.

Remaining yarn from Mystery Project

Ugh, toddlers.  I love mine dearly but I really wish they would go to sleep on time. Last night, I went to bed around 10 PM and they were still going strong. It was no wonder this morning we battled over EVERYTHING. Good news is the Darling Dear Gross Son 1 has not been seen playing in the toilet again. I'm not going to trust my luck though. He could have been prevented because Mommy has made it a point to specify he must wash his hands IN THE SINK every time he goes potty. IN THE SINK is the key phrase. DS2 has passed a milestone from what I can tell today. Thing 2 gave up his stethoscope without prompting to a teacher at school today and told her he didn't want it. However, we wanted it desperately when Mommy came to pick us up.  Before too long, I might get to have a stethoscope free child at daycare. It might be when he's 5.