As promised, I have some real live actual knitting content.
On our ill-conceived expedition on Friday, I got a bit of sock knitting done. Actually, my sock has done quite a bit of traveling with the bus and all.
While being knit, it bears a striking resemblance to a willy warmer, don't you think?

Perhaps I just have a dirty mind. Anyway, that's my lap and the sock on our quest for a camp site. You can see my high-tech pattern display unit beneath it as well.


I moved the sock to a scrap of thread so I could try it on. It's looking a tad less "willy" shaped now that I've moved past the heel a little further.


And here she is on. The ribbing on the bottom means the sock fits like a glove. Both the toe and heel are worked with short rows. I like any pattern that minimizes finishing requirements, so short rows seemed ideal.


And here's the top of the sock. I wasn't sure if I'd like this stitch pattern, but the more I knit it, the more endeared I am to it.

I haven't been filling my whole weekend with knitting, though, Leo and I went for a little date last night which included seeing the new Star Wars movie and having a few cocktails and appetizers downtown.

I'd like to make a plea to all the parents out there. If your child is seated behind someone and he continually kicks the seat in front of him, and that person has to turn around and give the evil eye more than once after repeatedly letting said child slide, please, please, please, for all that is good and holy on this fine earth, suggest, in whatever manner you deem most effective, that he keep his flippin' feet on the floor. Thanks so much for your consideration.

Sorry for the digression.
Anyway, we went back to one of our favorite haunts, the Westin Bonaventure where we had some wine, cheese, fruit and shrimp cocktail. It was all very nice, though I think their food quality has gone down a little and I'd prefer that their music selection leaned more towards standards and jazz and less towards electronica and rock. Perhaps I'm turning into an old fogie. Maybe I should stay home and watch some Laurence Welk instead.


This was the only picture I was able to get of Leo where he didn't have a particular finger up in the air. He's a charmer, I tell ya.

And here I am, nearly falling out of my shirt. Classy broad.


And here's a view from the window. Sorry about the angle.