I can't quite seem to keep the inflow/outflow balance even, much as I may try, but two objects rolled off the needles this week; one is a true FO, and the other is the first of a pair of socks. I stuck to my usual SSS-avoidance tactic, though, and promptly cast on for the second sock, so with luck I'll get those done before next summer's solstice rolls around.
The first FO is the Whippoorwill shawl.
I also finished the first of the Alhambra socks.
I also got a most lovely and unexpected package in the mail last week, from my sister-in-law (she who gives excellent fiber-related gifts). She has recently taken up dyeing (for which I am very grateful, as I am still sticking to my guns on the whole not-dyeing thing), and will you look at the fruits of her labors?
But I can tell you, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that this next one is minemineallmine.
In other news, I'm going to take a bit of a blog-post writing hiatus for the next few weeks. July is hectic, and I haven't been as good as I ought to be about posting (or about keeping up on blogs in general, although I do try!!), so I figure I'll make it official and say that I'll be back in a few weeks.
But I will leave you with this. Last weekend, we went to the local Scottish Games, as we are wont to do this time of year. And, as we are also wont to do, we made sure to wend our way to the beer tent in time to listen to the Wicked Tinkers during one of their sets (if you don't know the Wicked Tinkers and like that sort of thing, I think they're great). At one point, their cute young drummer hopped up onto a table to play, and Rick caught this little interplay on the camera:
He was so speedy-quick that I can only assume this has happened before. And so is mystery (and modesty) preserved.