Huzzah! All is restored Chez Garter. So without further ado, here are the projects you haven’t seen yet. Click for bigness:

A Conwy sock! How I love Knitting on the Road. I’ve been wanting to make these for a long time, and my mother has a birthday coming up. Blue is her color, so I think these will be a hit. But I’ve also offered them up for sockless Sockapalooozers, if there are any neglected souls out there with size 9 feet and scrawny calves. My mum’s the best to knit socks for because our legs and feet are the same size. We watched a lot of episodes of 24 the past two nights, so this sock’s mate has most of a leg already. This pattern isn’t a quick knit, given all those little micro-cables, but it’s pretty mindless once you’ve done a few rounds. Perfect television knitting, unlike this:

I give you a partial sleeve of the Viennese Shrug from last summer’s Interweave Knits, modified for Noro Cash Iroha. As I mentioned before, I’ve had to do some creative work with the lace chart and some heavy-duty frogging, but I think we’re on the right track now. The lace is intentionally 3-dimensional so it’s difficult to see the form of the pattern, but I’m liking it. I love the color, and the smooth action of the Cash Iroha. This piece is knit from the center back with a provisional cast-on so you can pick up and work the second sleeve. I dig the seamless knits, especially after the Rosalind debacle.

Finally, I’d be remiss if I didn’t confess to this:

Oops, I stashed.

The Lake Oswego Farmer’s Market opened up the Saturday before last. No one told me there was yarn. I traipsed merrily in expecting vegetables, baked goods, flowers – the usual. But the folks from SuDan Farm weren’t just selling their lamb – they had a wheel set up to crank out the handspun, too. How was I supposed to resist a chocolate skein of Coopworth from a lamb named Macaroon, I ask you? I pointed this out to Mr. Garter:

Me: Look, it’s from a sheep called Macaroon! How cute is that?
Mr. Garter: You took his underpants.

Ever the realist, my husband. Whatever, I’m making Macaroon mittens. But right now I’m off to Jim & Patty’s coffeeshop to finish the Viennese Sleeve. And then it might be naptime. I was rudely wrenched from slumber at 3am when Mingus, who was sleeping on my legs as always, suddenly hissed and flew about six feet through the air to attack another cat that was in our bedroom. Or it may have been a raccoon – it was dark, and I wasn’t wearing my contacts. But there was a big fight going down and I’d just been asleep. We’d left the door ajar for ventilation, and someone who didn’t belong had waltzed right in. Fortunately, my brave kitty sent him packing. Three cheers for Mingus!