In anticipation of International Talk Like a Pirate Day (next Tuesday, Sept. 19) I must include this on my blog:
Next Tuesday I may be the only one in my little town saying things like “Arrr, matey!” and “Avast ye scoundrels! Where be me grog?” but I’ll be trying to get Andy and the girls to join me. And, well, everyone else already thinks I’m a few sandwiches short of a picnic, so what can it hurt?
Apparently, I have a thing for pirates. I blame it on my friend Suzy from back home.
Ahem. In other news…Here are the socks (finished) that I never got around to posting. In retrospect, if I’d knit them in the Schaffer Anne yarn the pattern called for, I probably would have enjoyed them more. I seem to have trouble being interested in solid colored socks (another way to put that would be to say I’m very easily amused, and find variegated yarns fascinating to knit… we’ll not get into that.) And the Paton’s Kroy felt, well, rough? I’ve been spoiled. Rotten.
So you know I’ve started more socks. You knew I’m obsessed, right? (Nod and smile, back away slowly…) I always have two pairs going (unless I’m trying to finish a difficult project, then the socks become the carrot: “You can cast on when you finish ______…”) There is the Upstairs Sock, which is usually the more complex of the two, requiring a chart or cable needle or some such. Then there is the Downstairs Sock, for not-looking-knitting in front of the TV or in bed (yes, I knit in bed. I’m hoping to develop the Sleeping Stockingette Stitch Technique and become independantly wealthy.) Right now the Upstairs Sock is Embossed Leaves from Interweave Winter 2005, in Cherry Tree Hill Supersock Potluck Watercolor (I ended up with a lovely lavender and lilac colorway.) The Downstairs Sock is the Madder Ribbed Sock from Vintage Socks in a decidedly not-madder-colored blue and grey Patons Kroy (size 1 needles this time. Bearable.) I’ll post photos when they’re worth looking at.
Hmmm, let’s see… I have 14 inches of Scarf Exchange scarf finished, no need to post a photo until it gets more impressive. Still no gansey. Red sweater looks the same.
Oh! Andy checked out the blog last night… I’d been hesitant to let him see it, cause… well… He loves me, and there’s no need for him to find out just how insane I really am? I didn’t want him to see The Stash? I’m shy? I dunno. I had just been keeping it secret. Turns out he’s impressed, he loved it (or he’s a good liar.) So, if anyone wants to leave comments, give a big “Hi Andy!” and embarras him. And I will be
humiliating introducing him in a post devoted only to that purpose sometime in the near future… heeheehee.
In conclusion, I leave you with a sign: