Sock It To Me September

Love, love LOVE this yarn! I've been admiring it for at least a year since I bought it. Don't even remember what it's called anymore (bad stash-er) . . . .

Hate, hate, HATE this yarn on this sock. Thought I'd found a winner when, with the third try, discovered a pattern that not only didn't pool, but didn't stripe. Was elated . . . . knitted this much, and left it sit on a table for a couple months. Have finally decided - time to visit the frog pond YET AGAIN. Rip-it! Can't stand it! The more I look at it, the less I like it. Did manage to take a while to learn to hate it, but now that is complete and it will go back to being a beautiful ball of yarn.

And this - this is my beautiful Alpaca yarn from the Ferguson Farmer's Market. It used to belong to an alpaca named Lily. Now, it is well on its way to becomming wonderful, MANLY socks. So soft, so sumptious. YUM.