This yarn has been mocking me. It looked loverly in the skein, somewhat worrisome wound, and now no matter what stitch pattern I try, it's eyeball-searing. I'd provide photographic evidence, but the attempt might break my digicam as well as blind gentle readers. Instead, here's the ball, smug as smug can be after winding, *swatching, frogging, rewinding, repeat from *. (Obviously, I have no complaints about yarn quality.)
Well, I may be one lone defeated knitter, but the knitterly community includes powers vastly greater than my feeble abilities. After a search, I know just what pattern to use, having Margene's example. At the same time, there's a Sockapaloozer out there in need of angel socks and, wouldncha know it, BRIGHT socks are actually a plus. Sounds like a plan, yea, even a rally. We'll see who gets the last laugh!
Speaking of last laughs, I finished reading HP and the Deathly Hallows. The book is a decent read and satisfying conclusion to the series, with only a few dangling ends. I'm amazed at how the brilliant U.S. cover illustration shows everything without spoiling anything. The movie may have rough sledding earning a G rating, though. The body count is uncomfortably high – I'd have to peg it at Pretty Gory-13.