socks foiled, once again

I'm going back to the motherland for a wedding this weekend and had planned to pick up my new sock needles then. Plans changed when Robin, after one of those neurotic phone calls where there may or may not be some crying, suggested in an effort to cheer me up that I leave work early for an adventure to the knit shop. Once I heard the idea, it was already written in my book, and I immediately had the grand plans to look for yarn for my next project. MUST DO SOMETHING WITH MY HANDS TO HELP WITH THE NEUROTIC-NESS! I rode my bike home, hurriedly ate dinner, and walked 30 minutes to the knit shop... only to discover it still closed for Labor Day! Anguished! So it's back to the original plan, and the not-knitting continues....

While we're waiting, let's take a picture-trip back in time.

The prettiest yarn I've ever bought, the worst project I've ever made.

Fingerless gloves I made from yarn purchased in New Mexico in February. Sure, they look pretty, but they suck in use. Every time I wear them, they stretch out a bit more. Currently when I put them on, it feels like I'm wearing gallon sized ziplocs. The problem I think was the yarn. Beautiful cotton (maybe?) tweed, but should have been used for... well shit, I don't know what it would be good for. Something that sits there and looks pretty, I suppose. I shall conquer the Fingerless Gloves though. Robin and I have grand plans. Methinks the key is to knit them like socks (small gauge, stretchy sock-like material).