A Tale of Two Socks

At the beginning of this month, I started knitting two pairs of socks. One for me, and the other for Katie. And to be honest, one pattern has always been easier than the other.

Then, I got frustrated with size 1 needles and started working on another project to give me a break from the tedium of the socks.

But I’m back on the straight and narrow. Sort of. See, one pattern is easier. It’s more fun. Can you guess which one?

The Charades (on the right) are beating the Twisted socks (on the left) by a mile. They’re easier, I’m in love with the Knit Picks Felici, and I have smaller feet than Katie.

I know I need to get the other ones done. And I’m trying. But they’re not as much fun. I mean I’m not delivering them until July 1, that’s a long way away, and I’ve got time, right?

Or I just like my socks more.

But I’m not a selfish knitter. I swear.


Evelyn Waugh

Some days, my mood can only be described by using the name of an author, playwright or poet. For example, while eating muffins, I generally feel very Oscar Wilde-esque because, after all my dear fellow, one simply cannot eat muffins in an agitated manner.

Today, I feel very Evelyn Waugh-ish. Now, the only Waugh I’ve ever read is the ubiquitous Brideshead. And I only read it once-like three years ago. But I loved it. I think about Charles and Sebastian and of course Aloysius oftenly. And I think I need to reread it soon.

Anyway, I was feeling very much like this quotation earlier today: “If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper…”

But then, I went looking for more Waugh quotes and found this one: “I should like to bury something precious in every place where I’ve been happy and then, when I’m old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.”  I feel like that today. I really do.

This one, however, really gets me. “No one could really hate a saint, could they? They can’t really hate God either. When they want to Hate Him and His saints they have to find something like themselves and pretends it’s God and hate that.”

Waugh makes sense to me. He just does. I think he and I might be a species of kindred spirits.


And if you’re wondering what ever happened with that open letter to my knitting, well, my knitting seems to have taken it quite well. The lace scarf is still crawling along. I did start on a sweater with size 10 needles and bulky weight yarn that is coming along quite wonderfully. And yesterday, I had a fit of industry. I read the second half of The Fountainhead and turned the heels in two socks. Now each sock needs a foot and a mate. But turning the heel is the hardest part. It’s all gravy from here.


On an interesting note, tomorrow is G.K. Chesterton’s birthday. If he were alive, he would be 137 years old. Regardless, we’re having cake tonight for the vigil of his birthday.

And also interestingly, tomorrow is also C.S. Lewis’s half-birthday. But according to my grandfather, only half-wits have half-birthdays. Je ne sais pas.

I’m the kind of girl…

I’m the kind of girl who…

  • goes on vacation and only buys a knitting magazine…no souvenirs at all
  • buys three knitting patterns online  the same day that she bought the magazine…but the designer had the patterns 3 for the price of 2.
  • obsesses over tea cups, teapots, fine china, and tea parties
  • gets a migraine and tells one of her best friends to tell her to stop getting migraines
  • loves to look at dresses and dream about wearing them more oftenly
  • thinks oftenly should be an accepted word in the Oxford English Dictionary.

An Open Letter

Dear Knitting Projects currently on needle,

It’s nothing personal. Really, I promise. But while I like knitting socks (although Felici Charades, I’d really rather if you were on a circular needle and not on DPNs but that’s another story), I want something new and exciting in my life. I want to work with the big needles. You know…the ones where you knit for an hour or two and see the results of what you’re doing.

I need some instant gratification knitting, some knitting that does not require intense concentration. Socks ain’t cutting it here. And the lacework scarf is beyond gorgeous but it’s tedious…and will not be spending an hour tomorrow night with me on pins and needles while I watch the Bones season finale.

And the socks, you’re not invited either. Sorry…I love you but you’re tedious. I’m not in the mood for tedious.

Today, I got some yarn in the mail. From WEBS. It’s pretty yarn. Nice yarn. Soft yarn. Fancy yarn. And it’s to make a really pretty sweater. So…tomorrow, I’m going to cast on another project and work on it while I watch Bones.

Don’t worry, I’ll come back to the socks. And the scarf. But I also need this instant gratification knitting right now. I need to see results. So the sweater gets cast on. And the socks and scarf…we’ll be friends again soon.

Say, Saturday for brunch? Does that sound as lovely to you as it does to me?

So don’t think I don’t love you. I just need some instant gratification in my life.


The Knitter

P.S. Essie sweater, you’re going into hibernation. I don’t need you right now. See you in August. Or something.

More Knitting Pictures

About a week and a half ago, I finished knitting a sweater. I blocked it. And then, I moved. So I didn’t get to take any pictures of it until today.

And then…some other projects I have currently on needle:

Socks for Bigfoot…or Katie; you can’t tell that they’re for Bigfoot yet because they’re just getting going, but they have to fit size 11 feet.

Socks for Little-foot…or me; my feet are MUCH smaller than Katie’s.

A lace scarf I’m knitting; this is also the project that I’m knitting in the first picture of me wearing the black sweater.

Random Saturday

  1. I’m not going to Pittsburgh. I’m trying to be okay with that.
  2. I really like “For the Beauty of the Earth.” I think it is one of the most beautiful hymns…and it turns into “As with Gladness Men of Old” at Christmastime.
  3. I really like The Body Shop. For one thing, in the past week, I’ve gotten some amazing deals from them ($50 worth of product for $20 and $40 of product for $7) but I’m also constantly impressed by their service, their products, and their commitment to making a difference in the world. (And when I say these things, I speak as a disgruntled and jaded former employee of one of the Body Shop’s biggest American competitors…who shall remain nameless.)
  4. I feel like Bilbo Baggins these days. I need an adventure. I want to see mountains again, Gandalf, mountains. (And I do feel like butter scraped over too much bread.)
  5. Whoever invented the “rice-pack” was a genius. But I really want my neck/spine to stop hurting.
  6. I love my mommy.

Pictures of Knitting

I (finally) finished another pair of socks. This pair only took a month to make…and that’s including the time it took to knit up a sock, realize that it was too small, unravel it, and remake it into a sock that fits me.

So here they are…my lovely purple Temperance socks.

Although these are essentially the same picture, I’m proud of the socks and I want to show them off.

And here is 1.25 fingerless mittens that I’m making.

At some point in the near future, I should have pictures of the black sweater I finished last week. But it’s been rather chilly of late and I need good weather for wearing a 3/4 length sleeve sweater.