I work third shift, so I'm used to being out of step with the rest of the world. But, by a strange stroke of luck, Monday was one of my days off, so Happy Memorial Day, y'all! I even went outside - to a barbeque! - without freaking out about the bugs (much). Josh fed us chicken and potatoes, and Theresa proved that strawberry flavored Cool Whip and angel food cake make a good Strawberry Shortcake cheat.
I took my knitting, of course. Theresa and I knitted while the "men" tried to kill one another in lightsabre duels. Gods, we are such geeks. Made good progress on the as-yet unnamed sock, though that gusset hole is bothering me.

Not enough to rip out yet, but I'm going to try to make the stitch that ought to be covering that run on my next round, and pick it up and try again. If that doesn't work, I may have to resort to frogging back. I picked the stitch up where I was supposed to; how come it doesn't look right? *pout* Lyn is attempting to name these for me, and says they look like evil Easter socks, since it's Easter colors on black. I dunno; what do you think?
Alas, We Hardly Knew TheeFriends, we are here to bury the ill-fated
tank top, before it even had a true chance at life.

I love the colors, love the yarn, but the gauge...They apparently have different standards of modesty than I do. The gauge they want allows a clear distinction between the color of my skin under the top and the color of my bra under the top. Alas, I am disenchanted. I'm going to frog what little I've finished and do a belt/scarf thing (because I really love the yarn), and the rest gets stashed.
Now, of course, I'm looking for another summer top that I like.