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September 16, 2017



Pretty socks and pretty photos! I have some of the square needles and I like two things about them that you didn't mention. #1, the novelty factor - they are just different. And #2, they have very sharp tips and are less bendy than wooden needles so they are great for patterns with tight cables or a lot of twisted, traveling stitches. Good job, Jeanne!


You’re right, Sarina, I did notice that the tips are pretty sharp – I don’t do that much fine cabling, so maybe it didn’t strike me as much.

It’s nice that my models now fit into the socks I knit for myself, so that I don’t have to try and take photos of my own feet!


Pretty socks and pretty teacup. Tea, here, is taken from a large and delicate Noritake mug.


T, I confess I usually drink my tea out of a selection of oldish to old coffee mugs, though I did find some Spode "Winter's Eve" mugs at the bargain store a few years ago that pleased me very much (both the Spode part and the bargain part). I felt rather large and clumsy the other day, drinking from that delicate Rosina “June” cup, in comparison!

Mary Lou

I love the heel! And I do like tea from a delicate cup, but mostly I use a mug. My nice bone china one cracked, so I'm making do. Knitting needles in a Tuesday Morning! I'll have to start looking.

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