Magnolia Socks

The Manos Alegria yarn, Cactus Flower color, won out.

Magnolia Sock

I have a few skeins of various colors of this yarn . . actually, there are 13 on my spreadsheet, but maybe I’ve never used it or, if I have, I don’t remember it. It’s an amazing yarn. Soft and fluffy. I’d swear it has cashmere in it but it doesn’t.

I’ve just finished Row 32 of the pattern so I’m probably about 20% done. I forgot to look to see how far along I was and I’ve turned off the iPad.

The beauty of these socks is that the back is stockinette . . no pattern . . quick knitting.

Here’s a bit of a funny story. Last night Vince had the second part of his sleep study so he was gone. I’m the biggest chicken ever. When it gets dark, it doesn’t matter if the Marines are sitting on the porch, I’m scared. I’ve always been afraid of the dark. I stayed up as late as I could last night because I didn’t want to go to bed and hear noises and make myself sick.

I convinced sweet little Rita to sleep with me. She wasn’t thrilled with the idea but she’s a cooperative girl. We went to bed a little after 2. She woke up at 4:30 and wanted to go out. Good grief . . it was very dark but we went out and walked around. She did #1. I begged her to do #2. Nope . . she saved that till 5:15. We went back to bed. I took my phone to bed with me, which I don’t normally do, and asked Vince to call me when he got home and I’d open the door.

He came walking in the bedroom about 7:15, woke me up. I said “How did you get in?” (We don’t normally keep keys with us.) He said “YOU didn’t lock the door!” The back door was unlocked all night.  Rita and I go out the front door because there are no steps. This chicken went to bed with the door unlocked. Is that crazy? I’ve already checked it about 4 times tonight. I don’t think I’ll do that again.

I had gotten the meat for the weekend out of the freezer and brought it in to put it in the fridge. My hands were full. I meant to go back and lock the door and totally forgot. I had yarn for Magnolia Socks on my mind . . I wasn’t thinking about scary people walking in on me.