Posted by Amber on May 12, 2006
I’m hungry. I haven’t gone grocery shopping in weeks. But I also haven’t had the desire to cook in months. Maybe summer (and the lack of math classes) will help me enjoy cooking again.
I’ve lost two balls of Cathay. I checked my car, and then thought I left it at work (which would have been strange, since I had the needles in my bag). I was going to work on my Spring Fling, even though the knitting ADD set in, and I don’t care about finishing it anymore.
After a great deal of swatching, I finally decided to make myself a pair of Om socks (so Abby and I can be bitches in prom dresses with second-cousin socks!*). Except that even though my gauge is spot on with size 1 needles, the socks are way too big. I’d have to pull them way up around my calf to get them to stay up, which defeats the point of ankle socks. I was happy that they only take about 200 yards to make a pair — and the rowan 4 ply is 197 yards. So now I’m torn:
So many decisions. So hungry. ::Pouts::
*Second Cousin Socks: So when you’re using self striping yarn, and sock 1 and sock 2 don’t stripe quite the same (like where on one you’ll have a colorful stripe at the toe, and on the other one you’ll have white space), or when you’re using verigated yarns and they just pool differently, people sometimes joke that the socks are fraternal twins. So I made Om Socks with Artyarns supermerino (those socks are fraternal twins), but I was working with Rowan 4 ply, in Monet. So even with the same pattern, they’d be pretty different socks. Hence, second cousin socks.
Clearly, I should get out more. And eat something.