knitting nostalgia

Somehow I've discovered the webring for Utah knitters. Can I be one (again)? Their pages are rife with photos of cool socks (it's Nancy Bush country, after all) and mountains. And even better: Knit Craft, Mickey Burdett's stacked-to-the-rafters shop! Who knew it was still there? and Needlepoint Joint, which was the scene of my first fiber lust, though it's moved from the mouth of Ogden canyonlatter to trendy and accessible 25th Street--oh, excuse me, Historic 25th Street. I think I'm feeling nostalgic, as well as just wanting to plan for my trip--I leave this Saturday, and the thing I'm looking forward to most is returning to my knitting roots by visiting these shops.

And, as usual, I've whiled away the evening downloading free sock patterns from various knitblogs. Instead of working on 1) my mediation test or 2) the 900+ ends to weave in or 3) laundry. My knitting porn addiction, as B would say. . .