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Five years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

“Sock Madness”, Redefined

You will recall my crowing, yesterday morning, that I was nearly ready to start working on the toes. And I really, truly thought that I was. Until I got to the part where I am supposed to knit even for a few rows before starting the toe increases, and I realized that I really shouldn’t start until I’d read my notes on Ravelry, and then uh-oh, squared, cubed, and blazing on into the fourth dimension, realized that I hadn’t decreased quite enough at the heel gussets and needed to rip back a “hunka hunka burning rows”.


On the other hand, this means more time with a rather nice yarn that I’m not yet sick of. So it’s not all bad.

Have asked one of my Sisters of the Wool to please bring her spinning wheel to Knit Night. I think I need a little break...


Jerry said...

Looks like somebody has caught the spinning bug.... :)

Rorek said...

I giggled aloud at "hunka hunka burning rows". You always manage to put a smile on my face, even on the worst of days. Not that today was bad, but yesterday was not fun, in that I had chest ache associated with a chest cold. I love you Mom. :3

Bonnie said...

I remember when you used to spin and weave in our childhood home. All of us girls always wanted to play with the loom, and we always managed to get in trouble for it. :)