I did make it out of the house last night, and into the city for a spoken-word event in the Mission. It would have been very easy to skip it and watch the rest of the "Top Chef" marathon, but then I would have been really disgusted with myself. I often think that if it weren't for the hypnotic pull of Target, I would be in real danger of becoming a recluse.
Anyway, so I went (alone), I introduced myself to strangers (although I had a connection as an excuse to introduce myself), I made small talk (although it was small talk about books and translation theory; I was among my people), I hung out (although it was in a dark bar at first, so I could be incognito until I felt comfortable), I got home after midnight. All qualifications aside, it felt like an effort and an act of bravery, so I'm proud of myself.
A cloud hat, more or less. It's adult-size, however. It fits me. I'm sure there are cold-headed teenagers in Ulan Bator, so I'm not too remorseful--but I probably could have finished a lot sooner if I'd paid attention to the gauge and cast on fewer stitches. I spent most of our rainy Sunday on the couch in my pajamas, finishing this.
The second watermelon-pink silk-alpaca sock is also progressing nicely; the heel is done, so now I just have to knit about four inches of leg. And I confess that the stockinette is a wee bit boring at this point. 
Machine washable cotton/acrylic, fingering weight. Nice and smooth, but still not much give. I started a hat with it and ripped, because again, I ended up with something that was going to be huge, and the brim wasn't rolling. I think I'll have to cast on with size 5s or something to get the edge to be loose enough. Gosh, maybe a gauge swatch and a trip through the washing machine is in order. I ain't swatchin' for the socks, though. I'm using 
