Remember this skein of hand spun sock yarn? Suffolk/mohair/silk, three ply.
It made a perfectly good cake. One day I cast on, on public transport. The train, evidently.
I forgot to take photos for quite some time the next thing you know, here I am ready to graft the toe of the first sock at a conference in Wellington, Aotearoa (New Zealand)!
Did I mention the wonderful beauty of Aotearoa?
And then… suddenly there were two. When I was part way through the second they were lost! Then found again by security and here was a happy reunion a few days later with great relief on my part.
And now I am preparing to make them into a nice little parcel for a friend with popsicle toes. With some hand twined silk string.