Today’s Spooky September Challenge was supposed to be my favourite campfire story, but anyone who knows me well enough is aware that I don’t camp. I haven’t been camping for about fifteen years now, and that last time was supposed to teach me about all the awesome things I’ve missed out on, not being a camper. It was cold and rained almost the entire trip. Seriously. We had to go back into town to get a tarp because nobody brought one. Not my best weekend – only salvaged by good company.
So, instead, I bring you an update on the things I do when other people are telling stories around a bonfire. I knit. In fact, my scariest campfire story goes something like this: “And then…when she was about five inches short while binding off the incredibly complex shawl that she’d been knitting out of hand-spun yarn for three months…the ball ran out…” Gasp! Horror!
Yes. It happens. And those of us who knit all feel the pain.
I finished a Noro 2-row scarf for myself! Yes, this one is for me and me alone. No sharesies. I’ve made at least 3 others, and they have gone to my brother-in-law, my Husbeast, and our friend C. This one is mine. It has lots and lots of pink in it.
I’m also knitting a pair of socks. You can (currently) disregard anything in the right-hand sidebar from Ravelry that says I’m knitting anything BUT these socks, because they’re really all I’m knitting on right now. I don’t have the brain power at this time to work on anything more difficult or patterned. I couldn’t tell you what yarn this is as I’ve lost the ball band (likely something akin to Trekking), but I’m enjoying the way it’s striping. These are going to be toe-up with a Fleegle Heel.
And since there aren’t any favourite campfire stories going around, how about some urban legends instead? I thought you might like them 🙂