I had the flu all weekend, which meant that I missed PumpkinFest, Ryan's annual carving extravaganza, for the first time in years. There was much pouting about this, because I did not want to be sick. I wanted to be carving pumpkins.
I also missed diocesan convention on Saturday. It's hard to get that choked up about it, but I also missed the one in January because I had pneumonia, so I'm starting to suspect a conspiracy. A viral conspiracy. Convention is mostly fun because of the knitting and the grousing. St. Ned's sends an entertaining delegation.
I consoled myself by knitting at home, wedged into my corner of the sofa. I am about halfway done with a cute zippered hoodie for the fairy godchild. It has cute little cables and a fair isle pattern along the hem, and I added a little ruffle to the bottom because I'm crazy that way. It is also, shockingly, not pink. I decided it was time to knit her a not-pink sweater and hit the rest of the crayons in the pack. I think this one is blue-green. Or maybe green-blue. It's Nature Wool by Araucania, which is a really nice variegated wool I got at Commuknity.
I got some awesome new knitting porn: 440 More Knitting Stitches. Page after page of cool pattern stitches and cables. I've hit the cable crack pipe in a big way. Before I started the hoodie, I was just working on cable swatches. They're fun and involve math. But I really need to break down and start using a row counter already.
