Ok, knitting and I are back together.  It's been a rough readjustment, but we're gettting on like a house on fire now.  Of course, my embroidery and cross-stitching are sitting sulkily in the project basket, plotting their revenge...

Anyhooo....I need to take a minue to wax philosophically about hand-dyed yarns.  I'm not a fancy gal, as I'm sure you might have noticed, but I love love love to dye my own yarn.  AND since I have a wild 3-year-old, I'm not exactly keen on the idea of harmful toxic dyes in my kitchen.  Thus, I have found joy and contentment with Koolaid dyeing.  The most fabulous discovery since the dawn of mankind. 

This past weekend I was playing around with it and teaching my dear friend, Tiffany, the finer art of throwing wet wool into a pot full of koolaid and letting it boil.  Since somebody had been drinking my stash of dyes (namely my husband, Darin) I was left only with orange and pink lemonade.  I was a little apprehensive because I thought they would turn out kinda blecky, but I was plesantly surprised!!  Yay for new discovery!

So since I titled this blog "Sock-tastic", I should probably ramble a little about socks.  I love them.  I love making them, especially as gifts for other people.  Recently I made a pair for my friend Carrie (that were dyed with some grape koolaid, no less).  There's nothing quite like the reaction of someone who 1) loves to receive gifts and 2) loves the fact that you made something just for them.  I mean, c'mon!  Custom fit socks!  No bunchy heel sticking out the back of your shoe, no pinchy side toe pain.  Just all around fabulocity.  Yay for socks:)