Socks pt 2

  Head hurts, can’t go back to sleep.  I’ll blog about my SOCKS instead.

  Where was I? Oh, right . . 

  It was the middle of the night (this night) and I had two socks SOCKS worked up almost all the way to the gusset.  However, I had a lot less grey yarn left than I’d thought I would.  I didn’t want to get 9/10 of the way through the foot and run out . . I had to use another yarn, somehow, just to avoid that risk.  But what yarn? And how to work it in?  I didn’t want 9/10 grey with some random color thrown in right at the heel where I ran out . . 

  I found some nice blue yarn.  I can’t find the band, but I *think* it’s the same type of yarn as the grey.  I also came up with a plan – I’d work the ribbing of the leg/gusset/heel in the dark blue yarn, so that the color change would be a nice purposeful highlighting of the different parts of the SOCKS.  All good, right?

. . . ?

Yesterday I finished my nice warm hat*.

Last night and this morning it’s been refreshingly cool instead of annoyingly freezing.

 

Huh.

 

Piccies of the hat later today when I can get someone to photograph me.  Right now I’m going back to bed.

 

*the Totally Ridiculous Yet Really Warm Hat

^.^

  Dad got up. I plunked him in front of my computer and forced him to read my blog post. Halfway through he went ‘oh hey, I know where the memory card is.’ Yey Dad!

  Anyway, proof that the hat is not something I only hallucinated.

WIP TRYRW Hat, and yarn to be used for rest of hat

  It just, you know, ought to be.

  I suppose I should have put up a warning . . something like ‘Yarn snobs and people with good taste should look away now’?  Anyway, read on at your peril.

v.v

I woke up (after four hours of sleep) and was possessed by the burning desire to take pictures to prove that the Totally-Ridiculous-Yet-Really-Warm hat is not just something I only maybe hallucinated. I’ve pulled out more of the ebay stash yarn and set up a nice little photoshoot to show you what I have planned for the rest of the hat too. I even remembered to pull out my SOCKS so I can have some piccies to sneak into the next post.

Intermission

Sorry, I know I said I’d put up more about the SOCKS but insomnia and obsession (and then sleeping all day afterwards) have been taking their toll.

Anyway, I put aside the SOCKS to work up a quick hat because it was freezing in the house and I obviously was not going to have warm feet anytime soon. I grabbed some chunky yarn I had sitting on my desk

SOCKS pt 1

trying to reconstruct the history of my SOCKS so I can look back later

this is a bit hard as I am sick and trying hard not to collapse again

[a few weeks ago . .]

Hmm, it’s still pretty cold for January . . hmm . .

I know! I’ll make SOCKS! The wristwarmers and knitted bunnies have been nice, but socks – now those are something. If I can make a pair of socks I’ll be a ‘real’ knitter, right? Not that any of the skills used are all that hard, but knowing how to combine them all together, and finishing a pair of something more complicated than tubes with thumbs . . ? that means you’ve reached the big leagues. The middle leagues, at least. Do they have leagues for ‘one step above the little kiddies’ ?

Poke the world

10 PRINT “HELLO WORLD
20 END

Now that that’s out of the way . .
A few weeks ago I started a pair of SOCKS (not socks, SOCKS). I was smart – I worked on them simultaneously to avoid the dreaded Second Sock Syndrome. I’d pick them up, work a few rows, put them down again, the usual. Yesterday I started the leg/heel gusset.

Today I’m procrastinating. Starting up this new blog sounds much more fun than doing surgery on the sole surviving sock . .

–inspired by the Yarn Harlot; my mom; and my own past experience with blogging as a way of keeping perspective.

(Unlike my mom, I’m not trying to have any point or ‘moral’ to each post. It’s just a lot easier to stop obsessing over something and get some sleep if you’ve had a good rant about it somewhere. If it’s semi-public then other people have a chance to point and laugh, yay bonus.)

(Unlike the Yarn Harlot, I . . um . . actually if I have to explain all the ways in which she is wittier, more productive, and more interesting than I, than you probably haven’t read her yet. Go!)