A Finished Object - Well, Technically a Pair

The artistic bendy toe shot.

The feeble attempt to illustrate part of the pattern shot.

It suddenly ocurred to me that I've been posting every new skein of yarn I get, but not any actual finished objects. So behold. These are the socks I was knitting when I very first started my blog waaay back in January. Specs: Knitpicks dye your own sock yarn, dyed with Australian Landscape Dyes in purple and grey. It was supposed to have more grey, but this was my very first dye project, so I used far too much dye and it all squooshed together. But, I have to say I really like the results! The pattern is the Yarrow Ribbed Sock from Nancy Bush's Knitting Vintage Socks. See, I do occasionally finish stuff!

We had a slight health scare with Lulu yesterday. For about six months she's had a tiny darker brown colour around the cornea of her right eye. Then we noticed recently that the dark brown bits had grown. A lot. Lulu gets hauled down to the vet (much to her disgust, but at least she behaves better at the vet than Dorian does - he howls at the top of his lungs from the time he goes into the carry cage until the time he gets home again), and luckily we get the really good vet (you know what I mean - all the vets at our local clinic are good, but this guy is the most expierienced and the best). He listens to the problem, pops on the glasses with the little light attachment thingy and peers into Lulu's eyes. Then he casually announces that it's definitely not cancer. CANCER????? That hadn't even occurred to us, so we were dealing with terror and relief all at the same time (I managed a strangled squeak of "Oh good!"). The vet isn't sure what the cause is, but it's not irritated, she's not having any trouble seeing, and the eye is reacting normally to light, so we just wait and see. In the end, we were in and out in ten minutes. Lulu specialises in having conditions that look really worrying, occasioning mad emergency dashes to the vet, costing us lots of money and then turning out to be really minor. But we'd rather be overcautious than take the risk of something happening to our baby.

I have a wicked sore throat. Gibbering has given me her cold. And I'm off to my monthly shrink visit. So there's going to be a yarn store visit to cheer me up or there's going to be big trouble.

Good thing for the day: At least I don't have a runny nose as well.
Bad thing for the day: Throat hurts.