Born Trippy is trippin' right along! I'm on to the last colour, Coral. It still is a remarkable thing how blocking transforms wrinkled, undefined stitches into ordered loveliness.
Another bit of knitting magic that I shall never grow weary of.
I finished Marks first sock, but I gave it to him last night to take home and try in before I thought to take a picture. Sigh. Hopefully his narrower leg translates into as narrow a foot. But I had a fantastically productive night on dock last night and am to the heel flap!
I don't know how it happened, but I have a slight bend on the tip of one of my Signature needles!! 
The needles were in the socks, which were in my TARDIS sock bag, which was in my backpack. I certainly don't use these tools as pry bars for anything. It's really a mystery!! Fortunately it doesn't adversely impact my knitting; it's an odd feeling on the tip of my finger as I shift the stitches along, but the knitting clearly goes on.
We celebrated Craig's birthday a week late because we were both feeling so sick the previous week. The Keg had a prohibitive wait time, so we chose Montanas. Good thing too - there's a Birthday helmet tradition there!!Craig is utterly immune to embarrassment and soaked up his moment.
It was a lovely meal and a memorable one.
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