The west is not a place. . . it’s a state of mind. ~ Jack Weil
I recently spent 10 days in Michigan visiting my parents. While there (and on the planes), I made good progress on my Genius Dishtowel.

Despite not understanding the whole knitting and yarn love thing, my parents humored me by joining me on a yarn crawl. The yarn stores there are amazing and I indulged:

I found a couple of project bags that I couldn’t leave behind:

I also bought the coolest stitch markers. They’re made out of Petoskey Stones:

Thankfully (considering all of the sock yarn I brought home), my sock mojo has returned!

I’ve switched from dpn-ing from the cuff down to magic looping from the toe up. For this first pair I’m doing one sock at a time, but my plan is to do two at a time once I nail down the whole toe up and magic loop techniques.
One of the first things I did upon returning home was take the girls to the dog park. Sadie celebrated by getting muddy:

Kishka treed a squirrel and patiently waited for him to fall or return to the ground (he never did):

July was a very dry month here in Colorado, but August has been very stormy:












