I know that Carolina house I lived in for 13 years straight is as much home as this one I've inhabited for a decade, but I'm still glad to be back, with a kitty in my lap, a newly-refilled fridge, and a computer that works (albeit slowly, over dial-up). We had a good five days in the Green City. Brotherman liked his scarf; I did manage to crank out one more scarf for the sweet hostess, which she immediately donned; Sarah's mittens fit perfectly (and I'll post the now-finished Nakiska to match tomorrow, which may or may not fit).
I also finished my mother's shawl (but forgot to take my camera along to document, darn it). Her comments were typically priceless. On the scarf as it sat piled, nearing completion: It looks like a poodle. On the lacy blocked scarf: Even will all these holes, I think it will be warm. I made one mistake I didn't see until the blocking, a dropped stitch that creates an even bigger hole, but it will be against her back, so she won't be able to dwell on it. For the record, I knit one reverse stst row to keep the top edge from rolling, then bound off in knit, keeping the US10s loosey goosey. I rinsed it with a bit of baby shampoo then stretched it out atop a cotton sheet on the carpet in a spare bedroom. I had niether wires nor pins, and fared fine without. Indeed, it did grow, but I think it's lovely. I told her to think of it as a hug from me ~