It's good when you have a pattern so indelibly ingrained in your mind, that you never (well hardly ever) have to look at it again. It means that you can travel light. Especially when that pattern is for something minuscule like socks. You can take your mini project with you wherever you go. And the best bit, if the yarn is randomly dyed, is that you never know how they'll turn out. Each one is a little surprise. I can't stop making them.
I like small surprises but I'm hoping that my latest read doesn't have too many big ones. Now that H has finished writing her paper on gothic literature, I've borrowed The House of the Seven Gables by Nathanial Hawthorne. I picked it up one day whilst she was writing and read the first few lines:
"Halfway down a bystreet of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven gables, facing towards various points of the compass, and a huge, clustered chimney in the midst."
The house sounded lovely. Big,old and rambling. Maybe it's because we're moving soon that the description of the old house drew me in. I've only just started reading and I know that there may be some ghoulish happenings shortly. Maybe I should stop or I'll be looking for ghosts in our new home...
I wonder what you're reading and making...I'm sharing with ginny are you coming too?