A Voice from Beyond

News from the Sock War front: Out of 203 original warriors, only 122 remain. And, horrors! My new assassin's assassin is dead. Killed by a beautiful pair of verdigris green socks. That means Mel is free and clear to kill me. And, I'm still waiting for the socks in progress to arrive. Oh, the fear of the mail...

Later that day: Gah! Look what came in the post. There was nothing coy about this attack--simply open and gotcha! (But there was chocolate to soften the blow.) So, you know what that means: this is being typed by a ghost.

Boo!

Banshee Braids Complete

News from the Sock War Front: Less than 140 knitters left alive. I'm distressed to discover that my warrior name, Mistress Spanksalot, was already in existence well before Sock Wars began. And guess what? She's a tramp! Huh. Who would have guessed?
Iron Knitter Update: I have finished my first pair and qualified for round 2. We don't know exactly when that will occur. It depends on how long it takes 90% of the players to knit 'em. I finished in a week. That puts me in the bottom half... but the top 90%!

And soon the Ravelympics will begin! I was recruited for Team Battlestar Kickasstica some months ago. There's really only minor prizes--it's more about challenging yourself. In a moment of solidarity, I agreed to change my ravatar (RAVelry AVATAR) to match the rest of the team, so here I am until the end of February. Oh, and "Spankrobber?" That's my call sign. Pilots are given them by their peers.
Yeah.

Chausette

Isn't that a beautiful word? Something a princess would be named in a fairy tale.

Princess Chausette and the Ten Dancing Piggies

This is why I love the French language. The most mundane things become desireable and lovely simply by letting them roll off the tongue. Much like knitting, I think. What seems rather drab and everyday can become beautiful through the application of pattern or luscious fiber or simply attention to each stitch.

Which brings me to show off my Christmas yarn! No, it's not red and green. I asked for sock yarn for Christmas, and Boy! Did my family come through!
From left to right the new cast members are:

1. Serendipity from Stricken Smitten
2. T.C.O. from Sugarbee Studios
3. The French Lieutenant's Woman from White Oak Studios
4. Kaylee from Christina Marie Potter
5. Wood Elves from Enchanted Knoll Farm

News from the Sock War Front: I'm still alive and waiting for socks in progress. There's an icky person posting on the bulletin board there, so we have been taught about the "Ignore User" button. (Just one of those folks who likes to stir up trouble.) There are about 155 still alive.

Oh, and Princess Chausette? In English, that would be Princess Sock. I'll still to French and go knit my chausettes.

News from the Sock War Front

We started with 203 international knitters. We are now at 183 still knitting.
As luck is with me, my target received her fuzzy death yesterday. Her target (who should be my new target) is already dead. But she had already fired her weapons... hmmm, I see a blank look on your face. Let's try a visual breakdown: The little red arrows show you who is knitting for whom. In this diagram, I'm knitting for Maisy. She's got her socks, so she's out. She also knocked out her target, Tanya. Sam becomes my new target and I can finish the socks already started by Tanya. Meanwhile, Rabble has been knitting for me. However, before she could finish, her assassin took her out of the game. Now the circle looks like this: Glyn is gunning for me and I'm going after Sam. Not only that, in order to take out our new targets, we have to finish the socks already in process. So we have to wait for the mail. This is where luck comes into play.

But, it's not like I'm just gonna sit on the porch, waiting for the post. Hardly! A creative gal's gotta create, right? I've been making more zipper pouches:

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front (back is just plain)

Not only that, I've been making more progress on my Iron Knitter socks, Banshee Braids. I expect to finish Sock #1 today and begin Sock #2.

Oh, and the Man of the Place has a neat-looking spider bite. I just went to check on him: "My thumb is still fat, but that's about it." We think it was a black widow. Turns out it's not as bad as we thought when we were kids.