Sep

Sock Siren

The siren’s call of my knitting needles finally managed to drown out the call of my kitchen. So many things are calling me these days, it’s a wonder I can hear myself think!

I will finish this pair of socks before I start anything new! This is the very first pair of socks I started to knit … almost two years ago! The project is on itsy bitsy, teensy, tiny, dinky little size 1 needles. Anyone who knits on size 0 needles is insane. I learned what I needed when I first started them, got bored, switched to a different pair of socks using thicker yarn and larger needles. Then … last winter I decided to unravel the original sock, and start over. My knitting had improved ten fold, and I saw mistakes I didn’t like. I managed to get this far (see picture above) before my spring garden started screaming at me to come play.

I spent a good part of my day completing dozens of little tasks that have been piling up around the house. Things like finishing sweeping up the empty jar I broke in the basement two weeks ago, balancing my checkbook, folding the sheets I washed three days ago, putting away the pile that’s been accumulating on the kitchen table, emptying the fridge of a couple of noxious containers, digging a hairball out of the shower drain, and other such nonsense. My plan was to make and can a batch of chunky applesauce this afternoon, as well as another batch of plum jam. However, my knitting needles were complaining so loudly I could no longer ignore them.