Well. After that gigantic albatross of a blog post yesterday, today’s will be short and considerably less introspectively angsty.
Instead, I will angst about socks. I do this frequently, so it should come as no big surprise.
Jennie came over last night for our monthly takeout and movies (I have successfully gotten somebody to sit through all of Jodhaa Akbar! Success!) and I worked on the Sock of Eternity, because that’s what you do when you watch movies (I can knit it without looking at my knitting). About halfway through, I laid the socks next to one another, to check my progress. It seemed as though I had finally knit them even! So I put them on to check and one was about an inch shorter than the other. Blast. I knit on it some more but lost interest and put them away for some other time when I need to knit but can’t pay all that much attention to it.
I have not photographed them because I feel that if I photograph them I will jinx myself or something. Allow me my superstitions. They are few indeed.