Socks for absorbing knitting energy

I work on these socks (there is another one floating about half-done)

With bonus marks on left foot from having it tucked up under me

when I haven't got the brain power to do anything more complicated than ribbing, stocking stitch, bit of fiddling, stocking stitch, bit of decreasing, end. I think I'm always going to have a boring functional sock on the go somewhere to absorb extra knitting energy when I can't face one more chart row.

These are in Noro Kureyon Sock, and while this is truly terrible yarn, funnily enough I quite like it when it's become a sock. It looks rustic. And it's not as rough on your feet as you think it's going to be. I've no idea how that works because it's so rough while you're knitting it it feels like they've done it on purpose to annoy you. But, there may be more Noro socks in my future. And, if I ever feel the need to create a nice multicoloured hair shirt, I'll be able to use it for that as well.

My rainy weekend, in pictures

In my continuing attempt to Break Gimp’s Spirit, I thought I’d have a go at a collage. It’s not perfect so I’m trusting you not to magnify it to 200% or something and laugh at the joins. That would be mean.



My rained-out weekend in pictures, left to right

1/ Wholesome things in bags in the Wholefood Co-operative. But they don’t sell Borax, which was what I was looking for. Never mind though, I’ve tracked some down to Greenshop.co.uk (partner says, since I can never buy the things I want anywhere but have to track them down online, that should tell me something.)
2/ A snail, wandering across the garden after the rain.
3/ Sky after rain, seen through the cherry tree in the garden.
4/ Cold enough to wear My First Handknitted Socks. This was before I realised you could line up the colour repeats so your socks bore some vague relation to each other. Seen with the frill of a skirt I bought from From The Fig Tree on etsy. As I love that skirt I feel compelled to say to you that it looks very attractive when I don’t wear it with stripey socks.
5/ Poppadums, to eat before Spicy Lentil Soup, in front of repeats of Coach Trip.
6/ CD s to listen to while sewing. We are old skool here, in fact we still have a turntable. Rock Heroes (patchworking to Bonnie Tyler), The Felice Brothers, Pink Martini. If you are the only person in the world who hasn’t listened to this Pink Martini CD I must warn you against it because it has a song on it that is so catchy you will never get rid of it but will wander for years like a wraith muttering ‘et puis, je fume’. Save yourself.
7/ A crochet cushion I'm working on, with this month's Good Food magazine. Sadly the nice cakes in Good Food magazine don't seem to cook themselves through osmosis, I think there needs to be some effort.
8/ Pins!
9/ Rain on the window. Never mind, though: je veux seulement oublier. Et puis, je fume. (I don’t, I’m too boring.)

Hopefully there will be some sun tomorrow. Do you know what I’m going to do if there is? Pick elderflowers and make cordial (partner: ‘You can buy it in a bottle in shops, you know’.)