Look, 1886 Stockings!

Here are those damnable stripy Victorian stockings I've been promising to photograph when I got done knitting them. I really want a pair in the original 1880s colors--black, crimson, deep blue, old gold, and pink but I haven't looked for any silk or rayon yarn recently.

I couldn't be bothered to haul out a garter belt, so for the photo they're staying up by themselves, sort of. But "opera length" is perfect for shorter skirts.

I ordered the boots online about five years ago because I wanted a pair of tall Victorian-style leather things like a pair I saw in the old 1940s fetish mag Bizarre. I can't wear them outside unless I know I've got a ride because they soles are suede and I don't want to wear them out.

That crummy sock I was knitting in Philly had to be frogged because the gauge came out too small and for some reason I didn't pack the little 6" ruler I keep in my knitting stuff. I had gotten too far into the pattern for any adjustment, so it miraculously transformed itself backinto a ball of yarn when I got back home and checked my gauge. Poof! Just like that!

While I was out of town I had intended to work on a stocking I was designing, but I threw the sock makings into my bag and completely forgot about the stocking and the needles slipped out of the yarn when I was rummaging around looking for my pajamas. I picked them back up about three days ago when I went into Code Red Total Sock Fail, so I'm now about 16" into a gray lace & cable thingy.

I would have been further along with the damned things, but I spent entirely too much of my day building Roman cities playing Caesar III.

I flushed a stink bug yesterday and there's another one flying around loose in the apartment that Grady hasn't been able to catch. That makes six of the nasty things so far this winter.