Where have you been all my life? To think that I would’ve eaten squash more often if I’d only known of your deliciousness (and kudos to the husband for hiding the squash in the dal; it started out weird but I came to like it by the time I’d finished eating).
The Sock of Eternity is this much longer now:
(approx. 1.5 inches)
I’m torn. Do I keep procrastinating, because I’ve now the socks are “of Eternity?” or do I keep knitting, because nobody likes a procrastinator?
For reference, here’s the history of the socks:
1. Started socks, was very excited about them. Learned a toe-up cast-on.
2. Ripped out cast-on. Started again.
3. Cursed. Ripped out cast-on, started again.
4. Success! Knit foot of sock to heel.
5. Called ChickenGoddess from Memphis airport in a panic, knit heel.
6. Ripped heel out as foot was too long.
7. Knit heel again.
8. Ripped it out, knit it again.
9. Foot still a little too long. Decided I didn’t care, knit a portion of the leg.
10. Got really ambitious, cast on toe #2.
11. Ripped out toe #2.
12. Knit toe #2 another three times.
13. Knit foot of sock #2.
14. Repeated sock #1 heel process, minus one rip/reknit cycle.
15. Knit the leg of sock #1, then stuck it in the bag.
16. Got distracted by several other projects, stuffed socks to bottom of stash drawer.
17. Noticed upon reorganizing stash drawer that needles had pulled out of socks.Put needles back on socks, re-stashed.
18. Repeated #17 every two months.
19. Forced self to hibernate all other projects (minus Christmas knitting) until socks are finished.
20. Stuck socks in projects bag, blogged about socks incessantly instead of actually finishing them.
21. (last night) Finished another three rows and discovered that – lo and behold – I am two inches away from being finished! Take that, you dull and horrid 2×2 rib. I cannot enjoy you but I also cannot knit on you while reading subtitles. You plague me.
[Note: I didn’t date this list because it’s been so long that I don’t remember when this stuff happened. Not even close.]
So this is where I am. With any luck, they’ll be done and I can move on to other Socks of Not Quite Eternity But of Pretty Long Duration (of which I have a couple of pairs).
And the bruise has finally shown up on my hand. It was a big bump for three days. No wonder it’s so tender…