I only finished one thing while I was away, and much of that was not in hot, humid Kinshasa but on the airplane.
Yes, I was indeed successful in passing as not-a-terrorist this time, with not-dangerous-wimpy-size2-sock-needles. Either that, or I was successful with my deceit, carefully tucking my knitting project in the bottom of my carryon in a little pencil case-like pouch. Even the Paris airport security at Charles de Gaulle didn’t call me out this time on my flagrant attempts to knit while flying – imagine having the gall to knit, in these dangerous times!
I still like this photo almost more than I like the finished product:
But here they are, waiting for blocking:
And here they are, having skipped the blocking and gone straight on my feet:
It was a bit surreal to work on these in my room when it was steaming hot outside and a gorgeous swimming pool was waiting next door where they were serving ice cream and meals with cold beers.
Since trudging through Snow, I have also made it through The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini and Shutterbabe by Deborah Kopaken Cogan, both of which were much less political and much easier reading than Mr. Pamuk’s (very interesting and worthwhile) book.
As for the socks, I must say, they look and feel great while I am lounging around the house, but how do I get them to stay up when I want to walk somewhere, say from the living room into the kitchen?
[By the way, I am going to MDS&W this weekend, any blogger meetups planned?]