Knittin' Like A Mofo

Last year I was in an un-airconditioned bar in a corset & boots, so I decided to stay home this Fourth. So what do you do when you have a four-day weekend all to yourself? You knit like a mofo. It was too hot to go out and when it wasn't hot, it was raining. So I sat in the AC and knitted woolly stockings. I'm nearly done with the first one. I've done the heel and now I'm onto the decreases at the instep.

The lace skull & crossbones pattern looks better when it's stretched. Then I got those annoying ladder thingies you get when you knit with dpn's which damn well better come out when I block them.

Damien the Cat From Hell demanded to be in this picture because it's his 15th birthday. Apparently being half Siamese makes cats live to be something like 95 years old AND be a wound-up little pain in the ass that never ever shuts up. I'm convinced that someone secretly replaces him every few years. He's been cloned (like the Venture Bros.) and when I take him to the vet they just give me a fresh cat.

I've decided that these stockings are going to be a tad droopy if they're not pulled right up to the stop sign. They seemed way too tight when I'd gotten to the knee decreases, then they suddenly grew to massive proportions the next time I tried them on. I'm just considering these to be practise for the fancy silk Victorian stockings I've been planning to knit for like forever.
On another subject, I did make the Knitty deadline and so far they haven't told me my pattern sucks donkeys.