1) Geese flying south (Nooo! Come back! You're Canada geese!)
2) Leaves most definitely turning colour (not just my imagination or a trick of the light)
3) People are beginning to bust out the sweaters.
Sweaters! Panic is setting in. I have to knit a whole new wardrobe of sweaters! Okay, I know this is unreasonable, but does anyone else feel this way? The feeling that you are somehow betraying your craft if you buy a commercially made sweater?
I might not be on my way to a entire wardrobe of sweaters just yet, but I've made a good deal of progress on at least one;
If there is anything good about holiday traffic extending a bus ride for an extra two hours (shudder, eye twitch), it's the knitting time. A few hours into my ride, podcasts a playin', needles 'a flyin, I decided to sit back and admire my handiwork. Gasp! A big fat mistake right where I had picked up my knitting hours before! See?!
Okay, maybe you don't see. See?!
The whole row is messed! I showed it to the b.f. to see if he could spot it. He didn't. I was momentarily placated, but what did he know? He's not a knitter! I decided to put the project away for a while until I could seek a second opinion. Luckily we were on our way to see his parents and his mother is fine and experienced knitter. She found the mistake, but not right away, and only after a few hints. Prognosis? Benign. I've decided to live with it.
While I was chewing on the the "to rip, or not to rip" question, I cast on Gretel.
I'll share the saga of the tubular cast on later. Many big sloppy thanks to Cara for providing me with needles to start knitting this on the bus ride back. And check out the groovy stitch markers she gave me:
I heart to knit. Well, obviously!