Sock Progress

One pair down. One to go. The lavender scent completely disappeared in the wash...

I'm getting dizzy. I don't know what knitting to pack. I'm telling myself that I wouldn't survive if my suitcase containing the Pine Tree Palatine got lost and that IT wouldn't survive if the needles were removed by airport security. I know. I could put in a lifeline.
Point is, I'm making excuses. What I really want is to start the Morning Surf Scarf, on wooden needles and a plainish cardigan of blue-green attic yarn (Germantown). The one I'm thinking of has raglan sleeves and a pattern of holes around the yoke. I'll have to finish Michael's socks though.
After our Saturday walk, we sat on a bench at the head of Hemlock Lake. Nice name for a reservoir that holds drinking water, eh?)
and looked at the view... while eating grape pie.
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