This is the first lace I've ever knitted. It's just one sock and I can tell you that there is two socks worth of knitting here. I ripped as much as I knitted. It took forever before I finally was able to see what the stitches produced and keep track of the pattern but when I finally did, I found the knitting very enjoyable. It's only a four row repeat but it feels gratifying now that one sock is done and I'm pleased to find that I like working on the second one.
I caught this picture of finches feeding in the front yard. There have to be at least a hundred of them. No wonder the thistle socks are empty tonight.
Speaking of tonight, I drove home through the worst snow conditions I have ever experienced. I just thought I'd take a picture of one of our llamas contentedly kushed in the snow but all I got was a picture of blowing snow. Buster is on the edge of our deck and, at this moment, those tracks are erased. We haven't had snow much all winter and now it's decided to fall all in one day.
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