My, but time does fly...

It's been almost a week since I last posted. Part of this was related to travel (we went to Montreal this weekend so that The Gambler could watch the UFC fights. I have to say that the influx of UFC fans made for some interesting people watching), and partly due to work (Word continues to get around to horridly ill people re: the day I take over the ICU service - this is the only explanation I can think of as to why these people come to the ER after 3-4 days on death's door. Obviously, they were waiting for me to be on call.) Because I was in Montreal, I missed Sandi Purl's baby shower - but here are the squares I knit for the group afghan she received: OK, they appear to be more quadrangular than square per se - I'm hoping that blocking took care of that. Speaking of blocking, I blocked my Deviation from the Standard Handwarmers on Thursday morning as I drove into work (What better item to block handwarmers with than hands? Why not take advantage of a 45 minute commute?): It didn't do much for the wonky stitches, but it did stretch them out a bit. (I seem to have a prediliction for posing with handknits while wearing clothes of a totally opposing colour scheme - at least my manicure didn't clash) I had the opportunity to work on the Yoke Vest (which I have christened The Consolation Vest): ...and was eventually able to pry Somerset off of it long enough to get a decent photo: The striping is a bit remniscent of my Lines In The Sand Sweater - hopefully this vest will be similarly flattering ( I have some reservations about a vest knit out of bulky yarn - how likely is it to make my torso look stumpy?).

Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes

Still no new sock photos - I am starting the heel tonight if I have to stay up until midnight. So for your amusement: (Fake)Diamonds on the sole of my new shoes - this is not why I bought them, but it does provide me with minutes of amusement. Then my left small toe starts to hurt. I was looking at my cow keychain the other day, and something seemed a bit odd. I can't hear you!!! Somehow, both of the ears managed to snap off. Don't ask me how - there are no kitty teeth marks evident on the poor thing. Speaking of things snapping off, Kyle decided to bait the mousetrap with cheese last night. So this morning, I made sure that I checked the kitchen before I put my glasses on. Everything was blurry, but I was able to ascertain that there looked to be something other than just the trap on the counter, so I immediately went into the family room and worked on the socks until Kyle woke up. I then told The Great White Hunter that dealing with mouse corpses is not in my job description, and that he better take care of it before he started making me breakfast (Yes, my wonderful husband frequently makes me breakfast. Granted, he also gets to stay in the nice warm bed when I have to head into the hospital in the wee hours, so I think it is a more than fair tradeoff). BTW - I'm trying to come up with a blog nickname or acronym for my husband Kyle. DH just doesn't do it for me. I ran a few by him, but nothing struck his fancy. We finally narrowed it down to something poker related. So as of now, when blogging, I will refer to my husband as The Gambler (very apt, since he is a rabid an avid poker player, and he loves the Kenny Rogers song.) Because you gotta know when to hold them, and know when to fold them...