As there is nothing much to discuss besides the weather (Vancouver has "lost" the equivalent of 3 months of sunny weather this winter - so far, 130 hours less than usual - no wonder people are grumpy!) I'll give you 1/2 of a finished pair:
Note the cables - my first (successful) attempt. I have tried them before, and while the actual technique is quite simple, the previous effort was in a context that required actual counting. Apparently I can't do that AND knit at the same time; it was an unmitigated disaster. This, however, didn't require counting - though the thumb was a bit...ummm...interesting!
They are silk/merino. Soft. Warm. A bit darker than shown. The second one is about 3 rows from the start of the thumb. So far, I have remembered to reverse the cables; I hope I haven't jinxed myself by saying so, as I have 2 cable rounds left to do! They will be perfect for spring walks in bulky sweaters. Or playing guitar around a campfire late at night. Or just for discreet yarn-fondling purposes. (I'm not fondling - I'm "wearing"! It's much more socially acceptable than simply taping skeins to my bare skin. People give me, and the resulting lumps under my clothes, VERY strange looks.)
I have learned something Very Important with this project: If I am going to muss with and "adapt" a pattern for a pair of something: I really need to WRITE IT DOWN.
My knitting served me very well at the bar last night. Some very drunk and silly-but-harmless man was being the teensiest bit bothersome. I gently but firmly told him that perhaps he should consider behaving, as I had my knitting in my purse, and in his drunken state, he was really no match for my Ninja Knitting Skills. He was very, very confused by this. It was very funny. (And yes, he left me alone after that!) I also got a funny reaction out of his friend later...I had come back from an arduous trek to the washrooms (think: salmon-spawning). My friend asked me how the journey was. I said: "Fine, since I have big lungs and a big ass."
Buddy at the next table spun around so fast I thought he was going to get whiplash. "WHAT did you just say? You have big lungs and WHAT?"
"I said, I have big lungs and a big ass. So I can ask you very loudly to please excuse me, and if you don't move, I can knock you out of my way."
"So, you can yell really loud? I can yell really loud."
"No," I corrected him. "I can project very well. There's a difference. I don't go home with a sore throat after."
He was very, very confused by this, and rather impressed. He wanted a demonstration. I declined. They were a very well-behaved table for the rest of the evening. It was a good night!