And boy are my arms tired.

Ok, technically, I didn’t fly, I rode in a car.  And my arms are fine, but my ass hurts.  Not that part of my ass…I wasn’t sitting on the gear shifter. 

I had the pleasure of taking the 2-at-a-time Socks class with the author of the book by the same name, Melissa Morgan-Oakes.  I went into this expecting to have a good time and possibly pick up a neat party trick.  I came out of it thinking I just might have a new way to knit all socks from now on.  Time will tell on that for sure. 

I also learned that needle boxes make terriffic Twizzler holders – if you cut (or bite) the ends off first. 

My travel companions and fellow pupils were my two best knitter friends (BKFs?) – the High Priestess of Socks and the funkiest knitter you could ever meet.

Before the night is over, I may dig my tailbone out with a butter knife.  If that happens, I should be well enough to sit down and write a longer post in the next day or two. 

Stay tuned.

Serena

P.S.

Jen, your socks are on the needles as I type this.  I’ll send pictures so you can visit with them before I put them in the mail.