We are all about the small knitting victories here at Knit One, Purl Too. And, sock pal? I think you’re getting Koigu – nothing’s too good for you!
I am all about the small gestures, which is why I heart Laurie and her lovely gift of sock yarn. P.S. Opal, I was wrong about you – I think we’re going to have a beautiful future together.
Everything was going along smoothly until I, um, tried the sock on. It’s about an inch too small; I can get it over my ankle, but as they say in the South, “it’s like stuffing ten pounds of sugar in a five pound bag.”
First comes knitting at lunchtime, then knitting action photos on the desk – next, watch for a tub of my stash to sneak into a file drawer. It’s only a matter of time.
“Knitted together, we stay together, no matter how angry you get at the dog” appears to be the Magic Stripes motto.
So as I said to the “Sally Feilds Ass” people, I now say to the poncho searchers: Your need will forever be unrequited here, so knock it off.
For some reason, I’m tickled to death by that. Slow knitter, but they’ll think I’m a fast eater – hee.
February 24? That’s for sissies. I’m not buying any books, yarns, needles or patterns until March 24. And I’m finishing a sweater. So there.
So now I’ll begin as I ended – more knitting in store, and God willing and the creek don’t rise, a finished heel by sundown. Happy knitting new year!
First, the YNBA is a reflective thing, a period in which can consider my techniques and improve upon them. Two, and most important, I can already buy socks that don’t fit properly at any store on the planet. I make socks that fit.