Sock Story

A few days ago, I had a blog all finished and published, because I was full of piss and vinegar and thought I was a total badass knitter.  Then I tried to do what it was I had blogged about being so prepared to do, and I screwed up.  Big time.

I did about 3 rounds of a 40 stitch project, and said to hell with it!  I have not gone back to this project, and in fact I pulled out the needles yesterday for a project I am planning on starting tonight.

Eventually, I'll get back to it.

Instead, I found a really great sock pattern that I thought I would try.  It uses worsted weight yarn (that's #4 yarn or medium weight), and small(ish) needles.  It's the Easy Peasy Sock pattern for First-Timers by Stacey Trock of FreshStitches.

This pattern is WONDERFUL!  It's a free download on Ravelry, and...Well, I'll just say it:  I MADE A SOCK!  I'm calling them my World Series Socks, because I started during the World Series, and have been working on them while watching each game, though, last night, I put them down because baseball gave me a migraine.  Once the game was over, I went to bed and read Gone Girl.  I was super tired and ready to put it down, then I turned the page to Part Two: Boy Meets Girl, and instantly thought, "What a mighty, mighty a-hole!" Then kept reading, despite the fact that I was about 90 minutes past the time I had gone to bed, and had to wake up early this morning.  I eventually put it down, and intentionally haven't touched it this morning because I don't have the time to get super involved in it.

But, I digress!  I came downstairs this morning and was distracted by a grasshopper in my kitchen sink.  I tried drowning it, the same way I deal with finding cockroaches in the kitchen sink, but the damn thing kept jumping and waking the kids up squealing on a Sunday is not high on my list of things to do.  So I left it.

I decided to leave the sock until later today, and....started another sock!  Because I wanted to start a pair of actual socks with actual sock yarn, since I am getting more adept at using the double pointed needles.

The husband came home, and that puts a pause on everything knitting.  I got him to dispose of the grasshopper that wouldn't get out of the sink, and he scared the crap out of me with it.  Halle woke up, and we all have cream of wheat together.  Now I'm here, he's here, watching football, and Halle is God knows where.  I have to leave for work in 30 minutes and am still in my pajamas and sorely tempted to pick up this damn book so I can find out what happens.

Folks, this is my life.

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