The Spice of Life

At an 1859 event this weekend, we suddenly realized that all ten of us gathered on the porch of the dogtrot inn were wearing our wrappers (in other words, Civil War bathrobes) and that five of us had on our Norwegian Morning Caps (although it was evening).

We simply had to document the event.

I knitted four of the hoods seen here and love how different each looks. They're one of my favorite things to knit.

I also need to knit some more undersleeves, since I sold two pairs this weekend and bartered a third. That's six undersleeves to be knit.

In bigger news, I agreed to knit a pair of socks in trade. I do not knit socks for others. Ever. Except for LB. This is a big deal. And wouldn't you know it, he doesn't wear a size 8 or 9, but a size 12.

I foresee a lot of Civil War knitting this fall.