If My Life Was a Self-Striping Sock...
I sure would get a heck of a lot more done. I have no idea where this sock came from. Have any of you seen me work on it? No. It flew off my needles in 4 days. It started with a bad weaving day. I tried to make placemats and they just looked awful. I mean *really bad*. I tried to sew hems, I tried looking at it from different angles, huffing and puffing. Finally, I followed my teacher's advice. I just rolled the pitiful project up and shoved it in the back of a storage bin. My bruised ego needed a project to make me feel smart so I pulled out the self striping sock yarn. I figured some mindless knitting would do the trick.
Holy crap.
I have a sock. A completed sock. One more row. Just til I get to the speckly thingys. Get past the speckly thingys and then I'm back to purple again...
4 days.
And that got me thinking. If only my life were a self-striping sock! One more bag of garbage. One more bill. One more push-up. I'd have more time to knit, a cleaner house, a kick ass butt that could stop traffic.
One more row and I'll get right on it...
posted by Annie at 12:13 PM
9 Comments:
Haha! Both socks look great :-)
Great socks! I like color changes in yarn...they really do keep you going.
If only life was as interesting as that :)
Yeah, tell me about it. (Except for the sock part. I'm not really a sock-knitter. But yours looks very cute!)
love the colors of this self striper. and how about the loot from knitty city?
Great colors! So true when you just keep telling yourself "just a little bit more..." Stripes and color make for great incentive--fast knitting! :)
Annie -
If you want to know more about steeks, go to (www)eunnyjang(dot com) - she explains them wonderfully. And you don't need any sewing skills, really, as long as you can basically sew a straight line, you're set!
Mandy
LOVE the candy-cane colored sock! What yarn is that!
Unfortunately, if MY life were a self-striping sock, it would languish without forward motion for far too long!!! But good for you!
Yarn shop: Chez Florence, 11 rue Dauphine
Gird your lungs for cigarette smoke partout (pas Chez Florence, mais dans les cafes, les restaurants). And dog merds (being a franco-anglo word coming from merde and turd). Still, Paris can have these things and be the loveliest city, non?.....
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