If you’ve been wondering why I haven’t posted in a few days, I’ll tell you now: Socks.
Or rather one sock.
Well, one almost-sock.
Yes, my friends, after my last yarn-craft disaster I am actually attempting to knit a sock. Well, two, ultimately. And so far it’s been going unprecedentedly well, despite my disbelief at this magazine’s claims of “easy” and “quick” in reference to said project. This has been actually taking up all my time since after Valentine’s Day when I bought the yarn.
Which brings me to another point. Getting a bit tipsy on a glass of wine at lunch can be delightful. And going shopping afterward may be a bit dangerous. But getting tipsy and going yarn shopping?! Now that’s a recipe for disaster cookies.
I bought 8 balls of yarn. And this is despite the fact that they didn’t have the yarn I was actually looking for to complete my fuzzy scarf. I also somehow decided I was ready to knit socks.
Several days later, however, this is surprisingly fabulous. And I may have had to unravel my very first attempt, and then backtrack a couple of rows when I discovered that the stocking stitch is done completely different in the round – something that this magazine should have been more clear about, I feel, since directed at beginners to sock-knitting – but, regardless, here we are. A pretty goddamn awesome almost-sock.
And in other news, you can tell you live in the country when you’re asked to chicken-sit. True story.