Whiskey Tango Wednesday redux

So the other day, I'm driving home from dropping the FoUI off where the car was finally done being repaired and I see this young man bicycling with a small pack of, one assumes, his friends. What attracted my notice was that while all of them were buzzing along on the busy busy street sans helmets, he actually owned one. He had it with its straps clipped around the strap of the backpack he was wearing so that it was hanging down just about under the outer half of his right butt cheek. The sight prompted a number of questions. First off, is that really where he keeps his brains? Why only in the right cheek? What are the odds that that particular section of his anatomy would actually be protected by the helmet anyway. I'm pretty sure it would have chosen to save itself and let his hiney take its chances. Does he really think his butt is his best feature? (Uh, dude, no. Trust me on this.) Wouldn't you want to protect your, say, face first?

On the other hand, these folks amused me no end. This is why Californians buy convertibles:
Yes, that is a couch in the back seat. I'm kinda curious how they got it back out again. That sort of thing is always easier to put in than take out. I hope they had friends helping.

Ok, back to the knitting. I finished some of the stealth knitting but no photos here until it arrives there. But I realized I have a FO you haven't seen yet. Look! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's ComfyChair!

And this is the Comfy Chair not quite finished.
All that fabric on the outside of the arm had to be hand sewn in. That turns out to be much harder on my hands than knitting a pair of socks in three and a half days. Two arms and all of the back had to be done that way. Thank goodness that's over! Well, until I decide to do the rocker anyway.....

And while I can't show my stealth knitting until after she gets her package, here's the wrapped prezzies for my Loopy Ewe Swap downstream partner. I should have done a better job of styling this shot. All the colors grouped is so wrong. Oops.


Oh and there is one more thing. An archeological find:
That's the scary black shawl I mentioned two posts back. My very oldest non-frogged SWIP. Or was it an ILTLFP? Ah, listed as a SWIP but I don't know, there's a lot of knitting in that edging to have to take out and redo right...

I might actually work on that next fall and get it finished. It's much to hot for that in the summer around here though. Plus I need to psych myself up for that much ripping and reknitting.

Now I'm off to clear out the mess in my studio and get ready for classes at Black Sheep Gathering. I will try really hard to both remember my camera and remember to use it! Unless they won't let me. Oh dear, I wonder how I find out if they will?

Not Enough Chocolate In The World

There's not enough chocolate in the world to restore my equanimity after discovering that gauge has once again lied to me. The fickle rat-b@stard. When I started the Loopy Ewe swap socks, I checked gauge and chose needles that gave me gauge. I rechecked it after I finished the first set of toe increases and still it was good. I just checked it now (starting the second heel gusset) and it's so far off there is no way these socks will fit the recipient.

Satafratarata.....

So, I guess, I will be starting a new pair of socks for the 52 Pair Plunge today after all. In a different yarn and a different pattern. One I've already done (the pattern anyway) and know to be nice and stretchy so hopefully I will be able to be wicked fast, and this pair will turn out to be the right size. Sigh. That rhythmic thumping you hear is me bashing my head against the wall.