If you like to knit...
And if you like to knit socks...
And if you like to read gothic romantic horror/sci-fi novels while knitting foot garments made in the image of the monsters these books contain...
May I please direct you to a Ravelry group I very recently co-launched, Frankensocks?
And if you don’t do like to do these things, you may now return to your sad little gray-scale lives.
It’s high August. Full moon over the corn fields. Tomato trucks bouncing down the highway on my left and right, on my way home from ballet class. It’s twilight at 8 p.m. and 85º. Pulling on to my little circle of a street, everybody’s outside. Folks are watering the plants out front and kids are zooming around on their bikes. Down the way, there’s music pouring out of a parked car and neatly paired up teens are practicing a dance in the street for what can only be a quinceañera.
I had an amazing day of surprising awesomeness. I cut out of work early, destined to spend the afternoon with a friend who had lately returned from far and away. We caught up, drank tea, skeined some yarn together, and knit while we watched Angel. That’s awesomeness right there.
And both my expected orders from ThinkGeek and KnitPicks arrived today. Awesome + awesome.
And did I mention I bought a spinning wheel?
Sometimes you just have to knit the next stitch.
Pay attention, now. This is applicable.
Even if you lost the pattern and you don't remember how to do a short row with a wrap and turn. Maybe you're in the digital woods and there is no wi-fi, you've got zero bars, and knitty.com cannot help you now. Maybe you're in the actual woods knitting on fir branches. Doesn't matter.
Picture two intelligent women holding, between the two of them, a skein of yarn, loosened from it twist. Each woman gingerly holds half the skein, the threads looped delicately over the back of fingers held wide apart, with swift and ball-winder at the ready. A half dozen threads join two women.
“This should totally work,” one says.
“You do the honors,” says the other, passing over a pair of scissors.
Checking in with the morning report. Except it’s not morning, but you get the drift.
This was a crazy busy week at work. Bundle that with a lack of ballet classes. I could have found alternative forms of exercise, but instead I sat at home nights and ate ice cream. Like my logic there? Dubliner Mudslide by Ben and Jerry’s has my stamp of approval, FYI.
I would like my reading audience to know that I fully accept all credit for the weather finally turning reasonably warm. I just made a pair of wool socks and I’m finishing up a sweater, you see.
You may have heard me mention (or curse or lament) the status of my long overdue Invisibility Shawl, which I began last summer. The shawl pattern was for the light airy sort of thing that would be perfect to wrap around bare shoulders for a evening dress, and some time towards late fall or early winter of last year, while I was safely entrenched in the Great Christmas Sock Project of 2010, I vowed to wear that shawl to the ballet in the coming season.