The Red Sweater

Annoying flashing giant popup crap

I have to say this: I hate the knitting.about.com website. Here, click this link, with my apologies. Could there be any more annoying flashing giant popup crap on this site? Really, email them your ideas, I’m sure they will use them.

I picked up my copy of Airy Pottah!

I picked up my copy of Airy Pottah! #5 yesterday at Cosco (>$16). I’m very excited. I’ve seen that others online have already read theirs which blows my mind as this book is 5,670 pages (or feels like it when you’re carrying 2 of them to the cash register).

My First Sock

So, I’ve knitted a sock. A sock and a half. It was cool to see the variegated yarn begin to take shape in it’s fancy pattern. And it was cool to see how the simple heel was made. And it was rewarding to see that the heel used exactly one stripe of color so it stands out. And finally, it was interesting to dig into the second ball and find the exact same beginning point in the pattern for the second sock, and see it work out.

But that’s it, I think. Been there, done that.

I don’t think I will become a sock knitter, no offense to those of you who are. Maybe it’s because I don’t wear socks in general. But I also think this particular sock, the one I’ve made, it horribly ugly. I’ll never wear these. Certainly not out of the house. And I haven’t ever seen any other patterns or yarns out there that I would wear. And I think with knitting or sewing it’s the challenge of the design that I find interesting. Calvin Klein doesn’t design socks. Neither does Rowan. And I don’t make them. (except for this last one of the pair, that I will finish someday, just because I should).

My sister came to visit

My sister came to visit for 5 days last week. My baby sister. I emphasize baby not because I have any other sisters with which she might be confused, but because I like to harass her. We’re very close, as you may see from the picture. We also don’t look anything alike, which you may also see in the picture. When she was 5 I had her convinced she was adopted. Again, ruthless harassment - but I’m the big sister and that’s my job.