O C D S O C K

Sweet lord, I have started my first sock. I have just turned the heel, my fingers hurt, my eyes are twitchy and I have a whole new appreciation for tube socks 10 pair for 3 bucks at Wal-mart. I've been told there are a great many people who actually enjoy knitting socks, this has got to get easier. I think the skill I'm lacking here is picking up stitches. I've never been especially good at seeing exactly where I'm supposed to pick up and I never seem to have as many stitches there to be picked up as the pattern seems to think. The heel decreases may also have problems but I imagine that has more to do with my TV boyfriend John Krasinski distracting me. Well, onward sock, while I've still got the obsessive compulsive drive going on.

I loaned out my camera so no progress pictures, instead I'll share my TV boyfriend.

Bad Knitting

I have knit a bad hat, and I'm feeling appropriately shamed. My first topi hat came out fabulously so I was pretty confident starting the second one. I got it going in the round just fine, the increases were coming along. I moved it onto a circular needle and stopped to count my stitches for good measure and realized I was off one and consequently had misplaced my increase several times. But after sitting in nasty Hobby airport for 5 hours working on it I did not have the heart to rip it and start over. So I rationalized that mistakes are how you know it's handmade and kept going. Now I'm working on the brim and have screwed that up, ripped it out, and screwed it up again. My "errors are quaint" attitude is waning and I really want to be done with the stupid had. I think I'll finish it tonight but I don't know if I have the heart to give it to its intended recipient. He may have to wait for brown hat, take 2.

How We Operate

My love of Gomez grows and grows. I can't stop listening to this album. This is the kind of stuff that won them the Mercury Prize. It's way beyond Split the Difference or Out West. Can't wait to see them at ACL fest.