When something (in this case cearnog x 2) comes off the needles, something else goes on...
In Season was a 2009 Socks-that-Rock Club kit, featuring a pattern by Melissa Morgan-Oakes. (Once again, I'm a little late to the party.) I think it was pretty aptly named. Short, summertime socks that have an interesting cuff, but not too much detail; only a little concentration is necessary.
I gave up (temporarily? maybe/maybe not) reading & Sons, and moved on to The Other Story by Tatiana de Rosnay (Sarah's Key) It was a really quick read...'quick' because I finished it at 3:30 am; I kept holding out hope that it would get better. It didn't. I grabbed it at the library the other day--an author recognition thing. When I just checked amazon.com to make sure I was spelling her name correctly, I noticed it only got 2.5 stars. I should have checked there first. I think I would maybe give it 2. (In other words, don't waste your time.)
On the same library-grab, I got Nicci French's Tuesday's Gone. A British psychological thriller...it opens with a social worker discovering her psychotic client serving afternoon tea to a naked, decomposing corpse covered in flies. What's not to like about THIS one??!! I'm turning pages!
The socks can wait.
Joining Ginny for Yarnalong and Nicole for Keep Crafting
Remember the mitts? All that worry for nothing? The endings aren't always that happy around here.
This poor sock. It started out a plain, jane, vanilla sock and it was not looking good. Boring. Boring to knit. Boring to look at. A friend was knitting on Jaywalkers, another of those 'modern classic' patterns (10,062 pairs of them made...or 20,124 socks!!) that I had yet to do. I thought the simple chevron pattern would give it just enough interest to take them from boring to brilliant. A good plan.
They were in the travel bag, so I knit a bit here, a bit there---never realizing that the huge yarn ball I started with was shrinking at an incredible rate. Out comes the scale again. Since I didn't have a clue how much yarn I started with (another mystery ball), and even if I did know---a bit of it ended up in the sock blanket (oops. note to self: don't rob full skeins for a scrappy project--I see TWO squares: one square is just a little right of center, the other in the upper right corner. See them?) I still wouldn't know. (you followed that, right?)
I measured the remaining yarn. Then I measured the sock-in-progress (subtracting for the needles). It was close. Maybe? Maybe not? Drat. No way. BUT, I figured this out at the toe, so...rummage rummage rummage among the sock yarn and I found something that really isn't too bad. Got it on sale a couple months ago. Just stuck it in a plastic baggie when I got home and tossed it in the closet. Good color. Good weight. Good choice. IT.WAS.EATEN.THROUGH.BY.SOMETHING. BLECH. (note to self: be very very very wary of wool on super sale.) I was able to salvage a few longish pieces to ply together....
I'm actually rather pleased with the rescue.
Now---I get to go through this angst again. What do you think my chances are that I'll 'win' once more. (My luck is starting to run a bit thin.)