Current mood:	accomplished
Current music:	the *swish* of wet traffic

Squish!
Mike and I headed back home for the weekend, and had a wonderful time visiting with the London crew, all of whom I have been missing acutely, and some of whom I have not seen in ages (you know who you are!). While there, I made use of Mom's washing machine to properly felt my fuzzyfeet. I had tried hand felting in the kitchen sink, but after 20 minutes of vigorous scrubbing in very hot soapy water and no visible results, I handed things over to Mike, who also tried for 20 mins. After that, when the wool looked just slightly matted (and still humongous!) we relented. Anyhoo, a quick trip through the washing machine, and my fuzzy feet were a much more managable size. I wore them for an hour or so to shape them (which was an unpleasant experience, since it was rather chilly on Saturday morning) et voila!



Posing with a newly picked group of swan neck gourds.

My fuzzy feet even met some cousins: the heavy-duty socks I knit for Dad last Christmas.



Note that Dad is wearing one inside out. I pointed it out to him. He said it worked just as well that way. Also note that this picture was taken on the driveway. I have to keep these things in mind when I knit for my father. Durability and washability are important.

And I leave you with this: the squash are ready!



More on York to come!