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Monday, May 02, 2005
Last year I had declared it to be the year of the sock. The beginning of this year I declared 2005 to be the year of the sweater. Sure, I've completed 5 sweaters and only 3 pairs of socks, but should it really be "The Year of the Sweater".
In the past 9 days I've done 2 pairs of socks. I had forgotten how great socks really are. I feel like I've failed my sock yarn. Poor lonely sock yarn. Sitting in its little plastic jail cell, all alone and dejected by the year of the sweater delcaration. Not to mention the poor cold feet. Oh, those sad little toes!
No more sad feet, please!
I want to show you some happy feet.
My little tootsies happily living in a pair of handspun skittles socks. I've always made socks in 2 ply but this time I decided to live on the edge and make a pair from balanced singles. Yes, this is what living on the edge looks like. Thrilling isn't it? The pattern is just plain ole making it as I go along (see living on the edge) and using 2.5mm DPN's.
This I did over the weekend for some happy little feet. Miss M now has a fantastic new pair of socks in Bernat Hot Sox. I based the pattern on my Toddler Socks pattern. I used 2.5mm needles (I knit loose, normal knitters use US3 or 4) and cast on 40 sts, then I continued the ribbing down the top of the foot.
But not all feet in the house are happy. I'm sad to report that these feet live in this house:
Yes, poor husbeast has sad little feet. Well, the feet aren't really little. The problem is that these feet like tan. The other day I must have been looking mighty tired with the tan sweater sitting in my lap. Husbeast walked into the living room and lookd at me very concerned. "I think the tan has sucked the life out of you." He said. I think he was right.
Tan has sucked the life out of me!
No more tan!
Husbeast feet are looking mighty sad right now, and I truly feel for them. Go ahead, scroll back up and look at those sad things. Pitiful aren't they. I'll plug away at the tan but I'm afraid if I work on them too steadily I'll be completely lifeless before they're finished. The saving grace might be that I need to work on Mother's day socks. I only have a week afterall. Mom will wear garishly colored socks. Garish socks should offset the effects of tan. Right? Is there a doctor in the house? One that knows about tan sickness?