Sockapalooza socks fit!
|I finally have a photo of the Sockapalooza socks modelled properly - on feet:|
Nikki was my Sockapalooza downstream pal. In addition to having very photogenic feet, she is also a talented dyer, and has her own etsy shop.
We are in Las Vegas right now - The Gambler is down at the poker tables already (we haven't gone for breakfast yet). By the way - if you are ever in Vegas, and are in a casino with a name that starts with MG...bypass their buffet. Very underwhelming, and more expensive than the buffet at The Mirage, which is vastly superior in variety and presentation (they toss your salad for you - how cool is that?) I managed to pass a few hours at Gail Knits, which is the only LYS in Las Vegas.
I am always struck by how quickly many Americans are to share fairly intimate details of their life with strangers...I realize that this is a huge generalization, and I am well aware that I may be more reserved than many other Canadians, but I've heard tales about how someone is "an abuse survivor", or about how an elderly relative had "implant sugery done because their spouse insisted on it" while travelling south of the US/Canada border. Not that either are something to be ashamed of, but to share them with someone who you just met?
At one point, I thought that I was going to be stranded in the yarn shop when the cab hadn't arrived after waiting for over an hour and a half (the shop is 7 miles off The Strip, so they don't make as much money heading there and back as they would shuttling people from casino to casino). One of the women who knits at the shop on Tuesdays was kind enough to drive myself and another out of towner back to our hotels.
I've manged to pick up some nice yarn during this trip, and should really take advantage of my free time in Vegas to photograph them and blog about them, but I'm thinking that it's time to see how The Gambler is doing.
BTW - Thanks for the comments on my last post. Nothing like an afternoon baby shower full of strangers/near strangers plus being unable to fall asleep to create some late night angst. Plus I am probably suffering from mild cat withdrawal.