Yes, I know a pair is two (hence sock), but since I knit it twice I’m calling it a pair. This is my blog, and I can do what I want. I did start a third sock so I’ll have two. I know children have two feet. I personally have two left feet, but that’s another story.
Do you sense frustration in this post? Can you feel the negativism? I’m having a bad day, a bad week, and I can’t believe there’s no more Halloween candy. And don’t tell me maybe if I had put a banana instead of Snickers on my Cheerios there would still be some. How was I supposed to know I would need one later? First I finish a sock with the leftover fall sweater yarn. (And don’t ask me how the fall sweater sewing up is coming. It’s coming, all right? It’s coming. Leave me alone.) I take a close look at it and decide the gauge is too loose. It’s destined for A4A and it needs to extra warm. I knit it over. Meanwhile, two skeins of luscious yarns come from theknitter.com for Christmas presents. I knit furiously for several days to finish the fan and feather shawl I have started so I can start another shawl for Mom. Last night I hold it up thinking, wow. This looks long enough from the needle to the tip. I must be about finished. So I spread it out on the bed to get an idea of how wide it is, only it won’t spread. It’s barely wide enough to cover my shoulders. If I keep knitting to get the right width, it’ll be long enough to drag the floor. What am I going to do with this flat ice cream cone shaped piece of knit thing? Wrap up a giant piece of candy corn? No. because I ate that, too.
At least my Fetching wrist warmers are warming and I only had to knit two. At least the MDK kimono and booties were finished without a hitch. At least the dogs have a new bed. (Thought I’d throw that one in there.) At least the winter knitting mags are coming in.
I’m going to go drink a bottle of chocolate syrup and watch chick flicks.