Another plain-vanilla Monday. Too much to do, but at least there’s some hope of getting some of it done.

I will be very interested to hear what you think of the new VK, Mary Lou. You’ve got a different cover – our model is standing up straight, hands on hips, in No. 15 whereas yours is huddling cosily in No. 8, but that shouldn’t make much difference.

Here is the first Outre sock, and the beginnings of the second. Note the anthracite toe. 

My husband has now started saying that legs knit on 72 stitches are too big. I always used to do 64 for him, until the time when he couldn’t get a pair of them on. Maybe his feet have shrunk back down. Maybe that too-small pair was because of unexpectedly fine yarn. I’ll try 68 next time, although that means an odd number, 17, on each of the four needles. That never works quite as well.

He was talking about the Anthracite socks, which haven't been washed yet. That may pull them in a bit.

And here is the sky scarf, minus today’s stripe. I’ll get a better picture of it soon. 

One of the happy aspects of this fairly absurd project, is the interest afforded by standing on the doorstep every morning and taking the sighting. I was a bit late getting out there this morning. Perhaps for that reason, the sky was Raphael: