Angels on Either Side

Right now, I’m on the floor in my nephew’s room. To my left is one sweet sleeping niece, to my right one sweet sleeping nephew. God I love these kids and I’ve missed them! The baby can sit up on his own and clap his hands, all dimply and amazing. Halloween was a blast, with two parades (one replete with marching bands and everything!) and lots of trick or treating. We’d leave one house, and Charlotte would ask where are we going now, and I’d say another house and her face would just light the way throught the dark. She LOVES candy! And Max, poor Max, won’t TOUCH chocolate. Thank goodness for those chocolate free houses!

I didn’t finish the Deadhead sock before the end of Socktober. I’m about to start on the toe. It will be done tomorrow. Once again I’m freaking out about enough yarn – but I’ll stop at the post office to check it on their scale. I’ll be back sometime tomorrow, I think, with Halloween pictures. Dark Vader and the Butterfly Princess don’t disappoint.

Happy Halloween!

We interrupt our regularly scheduled sock rocking

to bring you baby news!


Baby’s First Koigu!

At about 5AM this morning, Baby BOY G arrived! I spoke to Jen a couple of hours ago and baby and Mama and Daddy are all doing great. Baby G weighs a bit over 4lbs. and is in the NICU right now (or he may be out by the time you read this) but only because he’s a wee one and it’s hospital policy. I’ll update more information when I get it. Jen had to hang up because they came in to move her. And yes, I didn’t get a name. Sue me.

Go on over to Jen’s blog and wish her congratulations!

CONGRATULATIONS JEN AND DAVE AND OSCAR!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY BOY G!

ETA: I spoke to Jen again – Baby G doesn’t have a name yet! Also, things aren’t going as smoothly as originally thought. The baby’s still in the NICU – he’s having some respitory trouble and they’re doing blood tests for infection. Jen says the docs say he’ll be in the hospital at least a week. She’ll be home Monday though. It’s tough for her, but she sounds okay. I think she’s barely seen the baby – hence no name. She wants a good look at him before she decides. Dave has spent more time with him and Jen says he feels much better about the whole situation. More updates as I get them. Baby G is going to be fine – it’s just going to take a little bit to get him used to being outside! Hugs and Kisses Sweet Boy! To you and your Mommy and Daddy!

Fire on the Mountain

Oops. I did it again. I couldn’t help myself. Really. I swear.

Blame it on Sandra. I was wandering blogland and came across her (attempted) Jaywalker socks in the Fire on the Mountain SOCKS THAT ROCK colorway. I thought they were looking mighty fine, but apparently Sandra’s are way too big. Then I remembered! I had picked up the same colorway at Rhinebeck! ( No “which colorway DIDN’T she get comments” please.) So I cast on. I couldn’t help myself. Things are going swimmingly! I swear these socks are fast. I managed 15 repeats last night – ten more before I start the heel. Finished sock by the end of the weekend, I’m guessing (hoping.)

Know why I picked the Fire on the Mountain colorway?

Cause I used to be a deadhead, that’s why. Surprised? It was a high school thing. And a boyfriend thing to be honest. I’ve never been one to find music on my own. I always find them through other people (mostly guys with whom I’m somehow involved.) You all know Georgie gave me Bruce. My first boyfriend gave me Earth, Wind & Fire. My best friend in high school (a guy) gave me Steely Dan. The “one” gave me the Dead. ;-)

I’ve been to a few Dead Shows (and managed to stay sober throughout. HONEST! I did NOT inhale!) When I saw them later on they were really awful – maybe around 93? 94? But when I saw them in ’86 they were amazing. AMAZING. I’ll never forget it. The best part, though, was that my baby sister was four at the time and we used to listen to the Dead together in my basement turned bedroom. We’d dance and sway and she wanted to go with me to the concerts. But my parents wouldn’t let her (which was really, really smart.) I did bring her home a souvenir though – a tie-dye with a huge skull on the front that she proudly wore to preschool. I think they made her take it off because she was scaring the other kids. Way to go sis!

So I think I’ll knit on these socks with a little Jerry and the boys on in the background. R.I.P.

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You all think you’re worth so much? How about sharing the wealth!

How pathetic is that? HAHAHAHAHA!

Thanks for all the BLOGIVERSARY wishes! MWAH!

ETA: Letitia, honey, maybe YOU should read one of your books. It’s bad manners not to leave a real email address. And just for that, you’re not getting SOCKS! Thanks for stopping by though.

Wicked Good

The show yesterday was very, very good. We had awesome seats, smack dab in the middle, on an aisle, with lots of leg room. Before I left the house I used some of this shit – Georgie told me it was the bomb and damn he was right. Cleared my head RIGHT out. I could breathe! (Although a google search on Zicam has brought up numerous lawsuits about loss of smell. Great. I have a very highly honed sense of smell. But it looks like the one that does the damage has zinc in it (the preventative one) and mine doesn’t have zinc in it. Whew. Now I really can breathe again.) Back to the show – I lasted pretty well through the first act – blowing my nose like the lady I am, quietly, demurely. I let my lozenges melt on my tongue without any loud or unsightly chewing.

The second act all bets were off. I had to sneeze a million times and I’m one of those loud sneezers so I was trying hard not to sneeze loud – you know – holding it in and all – and I think I threw out my back restraining myself. The shit that was the bomb wore off about half way through the second song in the second act and my nose blowing got louder and louder the closer we got to the finale. My head hurt. My neck hurt. My nose burned. My back itched (whenever I get a cold I get this weird itching on my back. Especially after I cough.) I felt like crap.

But the show was great! It was a lot of fun – the sets were magnificent. I think the sound left something to be desired, but the actors were very good. (Although I felt like the Glinda actress was channeling Kristin Chenoweth instead of making the part her own.) The story was very well done – except I don’t understand why the slippers weren’t RUBY? Why wouldn’t they be ruby? And I was a little upset about the whole scarecrow thing. All in all a good night – I wish I hadn’t felt so sick towards the end. My dreams last night – flying monkeys. ‘Nuff said.

What am I forgetting? Oh yeah. Kay. Lovely Kay. And the equally lovely Ann. Ann you were totally there last night. I ran my little heart out trying to get to the Knit Lit III reading in time (traffic was a BITCH with a capital B) – and by gosh I made it. Lucky for me, Kay was last. And she finished in just enough time to take a picture of my socks and then I had to dash to the theater. Kay’s right – the placement of the reading in the store was a bit strange. There were huge windows looking out to 42nd Street behind the readers – so a million and half people stopped and stared at all the weirdos in the audience knitting. It was quite entertaining actually. (I swear, Kay, I heard every word you said!)

All in all it was a lovely night out, you know, besides all the snot.



Speaking of snot, my brain was so preoccupied with phlegm and taking over the world, that I forgot that yesterday was MY BLOGIVERSARY!!!! Yes, my friends, you’ve been lucky enough to have me for a whole year. It all started on October 26, 2004 under the unassuming name, Purls of Wisdom. I quickly found that beyond pretentious (like I have any wisdom) and changed over to January One right quick. And here I am.

It’s all Jen‘s fault. She and I met online in a fertility forum and quickly became REAL LIFE friends. She had a blog. I didn’t even know what one was really. But soon I was blogging away. Becky was one of the first people to link to me (in her sidebar no less!) I remember how thrilled and grateful I was when she noticed my photographs and my knits. Thanks Becky! Cassie was the first blogger I met in real life. We met a few times at the place next door to Purl for tea and lemonade. Thanks Cassie for taking a chance on a blogger from New Jersey.

Blogging opened up a whole new KNITTING world for me – patterns, yarns, HELP. I’m a much better knitter now than I ever would have been had I not started blogging. MUCH BETTER.

But the best part about blogging – the people I’ve met. (Here comes the gross part. Be prepared.) I love my blog because I can bitch, I can be happy, I can cry – and people keep coming back! They like me! They really like me! I’ve never laughed so hard in my life because of the people I’ve met through blogging. People all over the world that actually ARE as crazy and funny and sane and nice and generous and REAL as I’d like to think I am. So thank you all for making this a great blogging year.

Now, on to the contest (because what’s a blog birthday without presents!) I’m going to push myself here. Do something that seems really big and beyond what I would usually do. I’m going to knit for someone. And because this week has been all about the SOX, I’m going to knit the winner a pair of socks in whatever SOCKS THAT ROCK colorway they choose. That’s right. Understand this though – there’s no deadline on this knit. I’m notorious at getting prize winnings out late and these socks will be no exception. I would hope that you will get them before the next blogiversary (that’s kind of a joke) but no guarantees. BUT YOU WILL GET THEM. I never go back on my word. Also, rumor has it that there’s been some kind of run on Socks That Rock over at The Fold. Beats me why that would be happening, but alas, it’s true. ;-)

Okay. Here’s how you can win. My birthday (my real birthday) is officially 66 days away. I’m really bad at receiving gifts – I’d usually rather just go out and get it myself. But, if you’ve been reading along for the past year, maybe you have an idea of what would be the PERFECT gift for me. Leave a comment with said gift. Can be knitting related, but it doesn’t have to be. My idea of a GREAT gift is something I wouldn’t necessarily buy for myself, but that once it’s in my hands I’m not sure how I ever lived without it. So dig DEEP! A winner will be chosen at random using that random generator thingy that I’ve used before – please only one entry per person. (They’ll be some runners ups too.) I will close the comments November 1. Exactly two months until I turn 36. (WHAT?!) Have fun! And thank you for being such wonderful readers!

A-a-a-CHOO! Snooort. Cough, Cough.

Ah. The soundtrack of my life. I’m sick. Sick. Sick. Sick. I’m kind of a rotten sick person. I expect to be waited on hand and foot and I complain and whine a lot. I think because, secretly, I’m excited to actually HAVE something to complain about. Something tangible like snot running down your face. Like your teeth itching so bad they hurt. Like a drippy eye. You know what I’m talking about.

See that? That’s the couch. That’s where I slept last night. Believe it or not it was more comfortable than my superfantasticsuperdeluxesuperspecial bed. Now, I think, you know how really sick I am. Thankfully TCM is showing Alfred Hitchcock this week. I watched Notorious last night, and then Rebecca came on, my all time FAVORITE! And after that Suspicion. I taped Rebecca and Suspicion. Gotta look and see what’s on tap for tonight.

Want to know what a selfish knitter I am? I’m already on record saying I don’t knit no holiday gifts. If I decide to knit something for you, I decide what you get when you get it. That’s it. End of story. BUT, I so enjoyed knitting my sockapal2za socks that I volunteered to be an angel. I received my new sock pal’s name the other day and high on the ROCK STAR socks, I thought I’d hit the Socks That Rock yarn for my pal.

You see, there was a skank in there that I was pretty perplexed about. Azurite. Muted colors – lavenders, purples, grays. I honestly don’t remember how it got in there. I can’t see myself picking it. It’s not really something I would normally go for – but there it was. Perfect, I thought! My sock pal can have some Socks That Rock as well!

And then I wound the sucker up. And created a nice big tangle in the process. Well, let me tell you, after handling this yarn and looking at it all wound up there ain’t no way I’m giving it away. NO WAY no how. It’ beautiful.

The picture doesn’t do it justice. But more than the colors, the feel of this yarn is truly spectacular. You know those rumors about how Koigu and Cherry Tree Hill are really Gems Opal, just with different dye jobs? I had heard the same about STR. But I think NOT. As soft and nice as Koigu and CTH and even Gems Opal are, STR is like SILK compared to them. Silk. I shit you not.

Because I’m a selfish knitter, my sock pal will be getting some nice blue Cherry Tree Hill that I’ve got in the stash. I’m thinking some simple (yet elegant) garter rib socks from the Sensational Sock book. That’s the plan anyhow.

Oh and I want to cast on for mittens. Mittens are calling me.

I’ve got a busy night tonight. First on tap, the KnitLit3 reading. I’m not going to be able to stay until the bitter end, but I’ll be there. I have to dash over the the theatre, dahling, for an evening of singing and dances and witches. We’re going to see Wicked. Someone cast a spell on me please and take my cold away? Please?

Oh and if you see me tonight, I’ll be wearing the ROCK STAR socks and I would think very kindly of you if you would only refrain from telling me that my nose actually matches my socks.

Rock Star Socks

Let’s play that game – which ROCK STAR do you feel like today? I’m going with Keith Richards. Ugly. Curmudgeonly. Looking like death warmed over. Yeah. I went to bed with that tickle of doom in the back of my throat and woke up with a Ring of Fire. Give me stuffed nostrils and piles of snot filled tissues anyday – there is NOTHING I hate more than a sore throat. WWND?

The night wasn’t all bad though because I did have a dream about Springsteen. I was climbing up the stairs to my seat at a concert, but he was at the top of the stairs. I, of course, was moaning over and over again “I love him. I love him.” and when I got to the top of the stairs I was all like Hey Bruce what’s up and he gave me the jive handshake and said “Hey, how come you never sent me some of the flower cards?” And I was like, “You WANTED me to send you flower cards?” And he said, “Yeah. We’re redecorating the house and Stephanie wanted to see them.” I don’t think much more needs to be stated here, do you? Well, except that in my dreams Bruce and I have a long-running does he really know me kind of relationship. He always seems like he remembers me from the last concert, but I’m always surprised.

Anyway, so I woke up knowing full well my public awaits the unveiling of THE SOCKS. But, my throat is BURNING and I’m feeling all this pressure from the link (Hey all you new readers! Welcome to my blog!) and the weather SUCKS and the light is bad and I’m supposed to be photographer girl and all but I so don’t feel like taking pictures and then I hop on over to Grumperina where she has knit the most beautiful pair of socks for her grandma and has taken even prettier pictures. My loser-meter just exploded.

So then I thought, do I really need to take pictures? I’m sick. I have to go out in this world-ending NorEaster (notice how EASTER is in the name of the storm? Biblical proportions anyone?) to get my hair done. That’s right. My hair. I’ve needed a dye job for like two months and the roots are down to my knees and it’s long and greasy but do I really care about my hair when it’s just going to get all wet after spending a million dollars? NO. But I can’t disappoint. I really can’t.

Details:

SOCKS THAT ROCK, ROCK STAR colorway
Jaywalker pattern by Grumperina
Addi US #1s, two circulars
6″ cuff, 9.5″ foot

The only places I went off the pattern were dividing for the heel (because of the 2 circs) and the toe decreases. I was too lazy to figure out the place of the first decreases for the toe because of the whole dpn to 2 circ thing, so I just started decreasing. I LOVE this pattern. I love the fabric it creates. I love the look of it. I’m normally a non-chevron kind of girl – I hate the whole feather and fan thing – but this works for me. It’s tailored, but zippy. And it shows off the colorway so well. Thanks Kathy for a great pattern! I will for sure be using it again.

The yarn. Really, I think the socks speak for themselves. At a high-octane, punk, mosh pit kind of level.

Thanks to EVERYONE for hanging in there with me while I bit my nails to the quick about the yarn sitch. There was a point in the toe decreases that I was SURE I wasn’t going to have enough, and then suddenly it became clear that I wasn’t THAT close. Honestly, I was a bit disappointed it wasn’t more dramatic. I actually had to cut the yarn to do the kitchener.

Like I don’t have ENOUGH drama in my life.

Whoa…DUDE, did you see how awesome close that was?*

DONE!
Socks started Wednesday, October 19th, 6:45.
Pair finished Monday, October 24th, 5:10.

That’s got to be some kind of land speed record, right? Somewhere? Somehow?

Full out photo shoot tomorrow. The light sucks and I’m tired. ;-)

*Thanks to Stephanie for the ROCKIN’ Title and for breaking my sitemeter. Whoa…DUDE, did you see how many hits today?!

Sock Tease


Click on the picture for a better view. ;-)

Heh. Heh. Heh.
Okay, sports fans, I kicked ass yesterday on the sock front. I actually considered pulling an all nighter to finish it, but alas, I didn’t. 2:30′s late enough to go to bed and then I slept like shit. 87000 dreams. I don’t think I ever hit deep sleep to be honest. I’m exhausted. Back to the sock. I’ve done 44 pattern repeats (I’m counting the double decreases down the front of the sock) and the finished sock has 57. So I have 26 rows left before I start for the toe decreases and as the scale says, I have half an ounce left.

A word about the scale. There’s definitely something wrong with it and as soon as this sock is finished I’m returning it. I knew pretty much as soon as I opened the box that it was a return – the instructions were kind of wrinkly and there was a Duracell battery in it already. And the low battery indicator was on. In fact, after changing the battery to a fresh one, the low battery indicator is STILL on. I weighed another one of my STR skeins and it came out to 3.8 (or 3.9 depending where it sat on the scale) as well, so I’m not too concerned that I’m getting small skeins, I just think the scale is off. I will be buying a new one.

Regardless, I’ve been weighing the freaking yarn like every ten rows. Which is ridiculous because I have no idea how much the first sock weighed at any given point during the knitting. I only know what it weighed at the END of the knitting. I will probably finish the sock today (or as much as I can – you know – if I run out of yarn) because I CANNOT STAND THE SUSPENSE! It’s killing me not knowing if the yarn will make it to the end. The pathetic little ball looks so tiny.

In the meantime I’ve become convinced these socks are magic. I’m almost afraid to finish them for fear the White Sox will lose if I’m not knitting ROCK STAR socks. Ugh.

Now go back up there and click on the picture already. Lazy ass. ;-)

Calling all Sock Mavens! URGENT!

I finished the first ROCK STAR sock. And it is indeed very ROCK STAR, although Georgie said it was pretty and well, that’s not quite what I was going for, but what does he know right?

Anyway, here’s the problem. Or maybe it’s not a problem and I’m getting all uptight for nothing.

I went out and bought myself a postage scale. I weighed the finished sock and got 1.9 oz. I weighed what’s left of the STR yarn and I get…wait for it… 1.9 oz. Exactly the same as the first sock. Does this mean I’ll have enough? This is decidedly less than the 4.25 oz. that are supposed to be there (according to the label.) That said, the wound ball of Koigu I’ve been comparing my STR to weighs only 1.8 oz.

Opinions please. Thank you very much. In the meantime, let’s all just sit back for a minute and talk about how it took me just over three days to finish one sock. (I cast on about 6:30 Wednesday night. But all the knitting was Thursday and Friday.) I don’t think the other one will go as fast unless I’m panicked the whole time about the yarn. If (and that’s a big if) I run out of yarn I think I have a solution. I have some very dark wine colored Koigu in the stash which might work for the toes. So that’s the plan if I run out. I’m going to cast on for the second sock. Pictures Monday.

Rock Out with Your Sock Out

Every once in a while, the Knit Gods smile.

I’m not sure I can put into words how much I LOVE this sock. I love everything about it. The yarn, the electric colors, the PATTERN! I think I have chosen the EXACT pattern this yarn needed. EXACTLY. There is NO OTHER pattern that would work. What do you think?

There’s just one problem. Beth left me a comment yesterday and upon receiving it I went and checked out her lovely blog. She had just finished her own pair of STR socks, which are gorgeous by the way, and in reading her re-cap she pointed out something that I had missed. THERE ARE ONLY 325 YDS IN THE BIG SKEIN OF SOCKS THAT ROCK. Please take note of this people! That’s 25 yds LESS than two skeins of Koigu. Cherry Tree Hill gives you 370 yds. DUDE! The socks still rock, but just a teensey bit less.

I guess if I was a toe-up kind of girl this wouldn’t matter too much, but alas, I’m a downer, so I’m in a little bit of a panic. Beth was gracious enough to give me the measurements for her socks and I decided that I would get to a 6″ cuff and start the heel. It actually is okay so far – I’m ready to turn the heel. I do like a longer sock, but it seems that this particular sock wants to stop where it has – and I’m okay with that. I will though be in a panic for the entire knitting process until both socks are done and I know I’ll have enough yarn. Blah!

The real, real problem is that I LOVE these socks so much I want to knit them forever until the are so long they will cover my whole body like a ROCK STAR BODY SOCK. They are that beautiful to me.