Spent a pleasant day yesterday. I now have a lovely bedside table in the guest bedroom (oak, octagonal top, I'm guessing it's from the 1910s or 20s, $65), with a lamp (Target, dang I love Target, I wish there was one closer to me), an embroidered dresser scarf that is reminiscent of things my grandmother made (antique shop). I also put my "Romantic England" pink transferware bowl on there (it had been looking for a settled home). And I moved a picture of my family onto it and my Native American bear fetish (supposedly standing for strength and love of home). I cleaned the room thoroughly and it's now quite a nice little haven. A quiet place to sleep, and a pleasant place to read, knit, and listen to music. I've not moved any clothes in but that's OK; I can go into my "old" bedroom and get whatever I need to wear each day.

I'm almost done with the first of the Opal Crocodile socks; the pattern did re-establish once I was done with the heel and gusset business. I'm knitting on it as I browse the Web and listen to some radio.

I'm no fan of intarsia as you all know, but this pillow pattern is almost enough to get me to pick up my needles. Except, I'd use a nice wool yarn for the background and maybe a fuzzy yarn (or a yarn with an eyelash carryalong) for the cat.