Turns out taking decent photos of your own hands is a lot harder than you think it will be.

As I mentioned, I was at work for a lot of the week, so had the added burden of less than stellar* light for some of the pictures. Like this one, taken at 10:44pm, as soon as I got home from work one night.

I have a soft spot for this next one. It’s taken against my bathroom wall, in a patch where the morning sunlight shines through a textured glass brick, throwing up all sorts of fun overlapping, wrinkled light. Yes, greyhounds really do have necks that long. Again, I didn’t have much time with this… it was taken in the minutes between showering and leaving for work in the morning.

I’d tried taking some pictures of my hands in various poses, but it turns out that hands often look incredibly ugly and lifeless in photos. Well, the ones that I was taking, anyway. I promise I don’t have ugly hands. My solution to this problem was to pull out the macro lens.

This next one is the photo I tried to take at the start of the week. It was an incredibly difficult shot to capture, what with my moving hands, the self-timer and the problem of focussing. I’m making a gift for my new niece or nephew, due in February. I still haven’t started the second sock.

Handwork that fits in my palm. It’s less than the width of three fingers.

Finally, all week long I’ve been pondering Doubt, most notably the cleanliness and length of my fingernails.

*Quite literally, really.

And his prancing pony impression.

And his tag hanging out of a shirt impression!

Anyway, something I wasn’t expecting about having a greyhound in the family is the potential to dress up a dog. Tom has no undercoat and no body fat, and even in summer needs to wear a coat at night to keep warm. As a knitter, this excites me to no end. I never thought I would get so much joy from dressing up a dog.

I’ve only made him one thing so far, but have plans for more. I recently finished this snood using a ball and a half of Cleckheaton Nurture, and am going to make another from a random skein I have of Noro Iro. Rav details are here.

Tom was being a naughty crazy boy at the time of photographing — he stole the snood and ran off with it when Mr C tried to put it on, which was actually pretty hilarious even if it was naughty — but he really does love it.

(Drawing by Mr Crumpet, on Gizo’s whiteboard. I love it.)

(Edited to add, I stole the drawing and put it on Flickr because Twitpic was being an absolute shit in letting me share the original properly.)

I’m not doing NaNoWriMo, but I will be attempting NaBloPoMo…

He’s six months old and does not yet have a name. The people at GAP referred to him as Roly, because that’s what he came in as, but thankfully he doesn’t answer to it at all…