Hitchhiking

Well, I've spun the little bit of fleece that I had from my class kit, and I've managed to produce a really crappy tiny skein of yarn. The spinning is out of my system, probably for another year--which is why I'll never be any good at it. I realize it's one of those things that takes a lot of practice, and I just have too many other things at the top of my to do list ever to master it. But I'm left with sincere admiration for all you competent spinners out there!
Trellis, the pattern, is written up, but I'm giving it a few days before coming back for proofreading. A little distance does a lot to improve the final result, I find.
In the meantime, I've frogged my sideways jacket while I do a re-think, and resorted to a bit of mindless zombie knitting in the form of the Hitchhiker scarf. Hard to believe that something so amazing can also be so simple. I just adore the way the little points form themselves so perfectly out of almost nowhere.

That's Sweet Georgia's 100% merino Superwash Sock in "botanical". OK, so a few posts ago I ranted about not liking superwash. This is a project where I'm prepared to use it. The final size isn't critical, and I actually want it to lose some body and develop drape, and also, it won't itch around my neck. Now no one can say I'm doctrinaire on the subject.
Our storm didn't come to much. The snow turned to rain, and all we have left is a couple of inches of crusty, icy stuff. Today is brilliantly sunny and still below freezing.

I've got bread in the oven to go with a spicy chickpea stew for dinner. But first, a little more hitchhiking.