knitting and listening

Last Sunday I went to a story-telling festival at Harbourfront (see my main blog for details), and decided there was no way I was going to be able to sit still without some knitting. It's not that I expected the telling to be bad; I had high expectations based on what friends who had been previous years had said, and I wasn't disappointed. But I know me, and I know it was either knit or grind my teeth. For someone who had a reputation as being patient and quiet as a child, I've never been able to sit still well. I think I just learned to cope early on.

I added to my list of things to work on because I couldn't find the pair of socks I already had on the go [sigh]. On the other hand, this was the next pair of socks I was going to work on anyhow, so in a way it's all good (and more stash reduction!). The yarn is some Lana Grossa self-striping stuff my mum got me last time she was back home in Holland.