The man… he likes to clean.

You didn’t make this did you? says husband holding the sock that I had sitting on the coffee table so I can look at where I went wrong and not repeat it with the matching one.

What? jerk… of course I made it… you watched me make it! Oh no… the Sock Goddess made it and I’m taking the credit.

Oh, I just thought this was from your mom or maybe you bought her some new socks…

Grabbing the sock and showing where I went terribly wrong and the poor attempt at kitchener stitches… which started alright… but I’m straying. Grabbing the sock I show him the matching one started on wee sticks and then I say the Sock Goddess would be horrified with this, showing him the original sock. She would have ripped it out and fixed it. I did not notice the error of my ways/math until it was so too late!

I’m in trouble now aren’t I?

Not perfect… but she doesn’t seem to care

And the sad state of affairs is … I don’t mind either.   Second sock will be kitchener stitched properly… all the way across…

I hope.

*photo of wee girlie feet wearing the sock and a plain old white one.

Kitchener stitch…

Can be found in its video form at pretty much the bottom of this page.

Holy Hannah.  Now then…  what the heck does one do when they totally and completely f*$# it up, despite four views of the video in all its three plus minute glory?

One takes a big swig of their water and carefully retraces ones steps…

I am not happy.  Not happy at all.  Damn sock.

Rock Stardom achieved

*moose wearing a sock with a ‘turned heel’!  SQUEEEE! Instructions from the Sock Goddess *note to self, algebra savy friends ROCK! and my very own copy of Knitting Rules!  Canadian knitters Rock too!

To drug or not to drug…

That is the question.

I have, can, and will be drugging my children.  All day and all night.  Sorry, second day home from school… still got the snots and watery eyes… but the energy level is astronomical!

Any hoo.

Seeing as I decided to peruse the article about folic acid and dementia (yeah, cause taking it while pregnant helps with memory retention?  SNORT!).. I first dropped by this article .

Rule #1  Give your kids their meds, do not assume they will be able to do so on their own until they are 12 or later!

Rule #2 Give them the right amount for their WEIGHT.  Age doesn’t mean anything if your kid is scrawny or heavier on the scale!

Rule #3 Give it to them when they really need it.  Not just because you need a good nights sleep.

Rule #4 A cool mist humidifier will go a long way to help keep the buggies out of the lungs.

That is all for this psa.

Thank you.

I am now going to make some from scratch mac and cheese… got to get that folic acid now!  Before the rest of the dementia sets in.  I have new sock instructions from the Sock Goddess.  After pulling up a few pictures of knit socks… I think I understand the gist of it.  We shall see… maybe this afternoon I’ll wrap myself up with a blanket and give it a go.

stop laughing.

The dark side does not have cookies!*

I am finished the ‘heel flap’.

I have bravely plodded on to the next set of instructions.

I have sliped the first stitch. knit to almost the end. slip, slip and knit (with the help of this lovely site!) knit and turned.

The next row makes absolutely no sense.

slip one. gotcha.

knit a few… umm okay.

slip slip knit again. sure… almost can do it without watching the video first.

knit one. easy peasy right?!

turn.

turn?

WHAT WOULD DOLORES DO?

She wouldn’t be asking… She knows what the heck she is doing!

Dolores is a the sheep muse of a male knitter in the US.

*Midsized boy has been coached with the sweetest phrase.

Welcome to the dark side! We’ve got cookies!

yeah… parenting does have perks!

huzzah indeed.

Have much to say, little brain power left to say it with.

Childbirth/doula volunteer time was lonely. Person signed up to be at the booth with me never showed… okay they showed up for the morning shift and went home. Yeah. Four hours on my own. Yes. I am glad I bought more sock yarn. I actually got another sock cast on and about 30% of the way to matching its friend. Yeah me.

I think I did an okay job of manning the booth on my own. Gave out copies of the magazine we put out like candy. EVERYONE got the one on cesarean birth. Felt my own agenda creeping in there did you? Well good! It needs to be in there. One third of women are having major abdominal surgery… when other country’s are at less than 10%. What the f&%$ is with that?

fear and lawyers.

’nuff said.

Going to bed now.

I had this inkling that I’d read a great quote in the knitting book the Sock Goddess loaned me… but I can’t find it.

Something about casting on the second sock immediately in order to up your  chances of having a matched set or some thing to that extent…

Huzzah indeed. I’m ahead of the game… except for that whole being finished the first sock thing.

*photo of the sock and its new friend…. what shall we call the other one?

And so it begins…

Bought more yarn for ‘the sock’. Because I knew the sock Goddess did not provide enough yarn already…. you can’t hide for long! I know where you live!

So, in an effort to take along my precious sock. I went to get more yarn… and ended up with another ball in the next colour I’ll be going completely out of my mind making another delightful pair of socks with.

I’ve now got a swanky bag to attach to the ‘not really a purse’ purse.

Cripes. I’m being sucked in!

*photo of my ‘not a purse’ purse with attached yarn/needle holder awaiting the trip to the doula/childbirth ed booth I’m going to be at all afternoon. huzzah!

A sock update

Well then… the littles slept this afternoon while biggest boy played with those magnet things… k’nex? Something like that. Any hoo. I figured if I’m going to be trapped in a van with the Sock Godess herself next weekend. I ought to have something to show for it… or the subconscious diabolical plan of if I get stuck on that whole, turning at the heel thing I could ask her for some help! mwaaaa haaaa haaaa! diabolical eh? Figured I’d show everyone how far I’ve come.

Why yes, I think it looks like a mitten too.

The eleven o’clock at night, holy crap we’ve entered the twilight zone moment.

I’ve come to the ‘heel’.

In a fit of , HEY! this isn’t so bad (note this was before husband said… is that just a random sock or is it supposed to fit one of our children? in order to stop it becoming a going past the knee sock) I decided I was going to knit cooler bean some socks… In the grand scheme of things it ought to cool off in Georgia at some point right?  Red and white socks… from his Canadian friend… aren’t I brilliant?

I retract that thought.  In fact.  I retract any plans I’ve been making over socks.

I was under the influence of caffeine laden frozen drinks and guacamole with organic nachos.   One can’t be held accountable for flights of fancy under those influences.  No, they certainly can not.

the sock

and here it is… apparently only a few more rounds and I’ll be allowed to continue to the straight knitting portion of it.

Yeah. I knew you’d all be impressed. If you don’t mind… I’m going to wallow with my water bottle for a bit now.

photo is of the knit n purl portion of a sock for wee girly and my water bottle.