Flying. Fingers.

It pays to spend two days sitting on the couch, listening to a novel on your Walkman, and knitting. Look!



I turned the second corner of the first half of the Ribwarmer (and I'm in a snit about probably not having enough yarn after all, but I found a skein on Ravelry that I emailed about),









and I have the heel "flapped" and "turned" on the Red Dots sock.









I'm smokin'. (No, not really, cigarette-like smoking, zooming fast smokin'. Cigarettes taste nasty, did you know that? I only figured it out once I quit.)