This just in...

Knitted for a friend in a wheelchair who is a redhead, so I figured that the greens would be a good match, with a bit of punch provided by the red. And,since I found the yarn just after Christmas, I got it at about half price.
The pattern is entrelac. Because of using alternate colors on every other square--entrelac usually follows one color across an entire row--I wasn't sure what to do with the opposing color. I first tried weaving the unused color along the side of the block I was working on but that was way too much confusion. The only solution I could come up with was to make the color change knots a part of the design by tying in the new color then unplying the yarn ends and fluffing them up, so there are little puffy "ties" at each corner of each block. I think it looks kind of cute.
I added some crochet ties on each long side so the robe can be tied to the chair and as an added benefit, the robe is in the proportion of a shawl, so in a pinch, my friend can drape it around her shoulders if needed.

Not Enough To Do...

Because I don't have enough to do with my hands, when I was recently in Springfield visiting my sis, we went to a weaving shop (wrong thing to do!!!) and I got caught by a "Spindolyn" spindle and was forced to buy it...there was this invisible thing commanding me to do so, I couldn't help myself.
And, of course, I needed to also buy some roving to spin on it, which I did, rather clumsily, and I'm not at all happy with the end results so I must needs go back and get more roving so I can continue to produce a pretty crappy looking yarn, which is where I am heading to day, to a fiber shop over in Gresham, to sample their wares, so I can keep spinning in the hope that somewhere along the line, something will click and I will begin producing a yarn that will actually look like something I would want to knit with.
Why am I doing this? No clue! I'm a fool for all things fiber. I drag things home from the Goodwill bins just because they are some sort of unique fiber something: fine cotton handkerchiefs, sari cloth, once even tempted to buy an entirely beaded evening dress but since it weighed at least five pounds, I didn't want to pay that price (1.59 lb) just to have something to look at, and I sure wasn't going to try to reclaim all those beads! Maybe some day I'll figure out where or how to hang what I have (I have visions of what the inside of a yurt must look like, to hide the walls, only doing it in the apartment I hope some day to inhabit).
I figure I'm up to about 130 pairs of socks now in my stash. The last two purchases were fully justified: one was a varigated rose/lavender I needed to buy to match a darning job in my sis's glove and of course, it made no sense to buy ony one sock worth of yarn, so I had to buy two skeins. The other was justified by being 30 percent off--how could one refuse?