What to do on Friday night, when my brain is fried? Plain stockinette is good, but I've done a fair amount of that. But when the knitting needles slowed down and I just found myself starting blankly at the pretty yarn- well. Either it's time to go to bed (a valid if boring choice), or it's time to wind up some yarn.
I've been reasonably good about trying to knit from stash this year. Aside from vacation yarn from Ireland, which I'm sure you agree shouldn't count. And a few random skeins that hopped into my basket at Webs. (All but one of those are knit now.) But if there's a weak point, it's sock yarn. Because it completely bypasses the rule that I have to have a project in mind to buy yarn- it comes with an implicit project- socks!
And so. There I was looking at Holly's site to pick out a skein I won in a knit-a-long, and it turned out that the skein I picked was very gregarious and invited friends along.
So I pulled out the yarn from my sock yarn bag, and added the skein of Leyden (that's the one skein left from my Webs visit earlier this year) and got out the swift and ball-winder. Biscuit was delighted- he loves winding yarn. We had a brief disagreement about the extent of his participation, and I then had to dissuade him from trying to wrestle one of the new skeins off the table, but eventually he was convinced to lie down and supervise.
And by the time I had wound up the skeins and petted them, it was time to go to bed.
This morning, Biscuit continues helpful by sitting on my lap while I write this post (he wanted to sit on the keyboard, but he was persuadable to the alternative). And I have no doubt that I will have assistance as I return to knitting, baking and other household activities.