El Dugan

Socks!I can knit socks!

Allyson kept telling everyone how socks were the hardest thing to make and after you could knit a sock you could do anything. Then she explained how in regular knitting class, she was all, “Oh you can do it! No problem!” but in sock knitting class she was a martinet and people want to punch her in her face. I signed right up! And so did Doc Scooter. While it was challenging, and Allyson breaks all the rules she told you about before which is confusing, I never wanted to punch her in the face. Not even once.

Doc Scooter, HOWEVER, did not read the email that Allyson sent out on what to bring to class and was totally the bad kid in sock knitting class, with the wrong needles, and only four of them when you need five. I bring this up only because Doc Scooter is always the good kid, especially when it comes to class of any kind, and this whole thing was a tiny vindication for the time when I came to visit her in college (Wellesley) and she wouldn’t skip class because she was such a good student,  to get me at the airport, so I had to take a train to another train to a bus to a shuttle bus and then walk around her campus with my suitcase forever. So there!

But knitting socks is hard, dude. There is a figure eight cast-on. Just let that BLOW YOUR MIND for a minute. I showed it to Big A when I got home and he was like, “Whoa. Just, whoa. I can’t even handle that.” I know! I can’t either. But I did it.

Check it:

That is my big ole foot and a very unflattering photo of my ankle, which I have received unsolicited compliments on. I have very shapely ankles. But I need a pedicure…anyway! It still has four metal needles sticking out of it so I didn’t want to shove it on Simon’s head. It’s going very well so far but soon I have to start…THE HEEL!

That stripey wonderfulness is special sock yarn and those are the special sock needles. It’s all very…special.

The problem is that after I am done with this one, I have to do ANOTHER ONE. Ugh, it’s like mittens all over again. So much pressure. On an exciting note, that cat cowl/heandband I made was so cool, one of my fellow knitters asked for the pattern. Pattern schmattern. I made it up in my brain but I tried my best to explain it but I think I sounded like a weirdo. I hope she understood.

All the sudden, I don’t have enough time. I have to read two books and the month is like half over. I have to finish this in time for next Monday’s class and then I have to knit a whole other one and finish Le Jew’s cowl and do one for MerryMerry as well. I have to workout and cook and go out with friends. I am not the least bit depressed, but really all I want to do is sit on the couch and knit and watch TV and read. It’s hard to do. I actually tried. Piggy attacked my knitting and knocked the book away (I had it kind of propped up) and I realized I had no idea what had been happening on the movie I was watching and I gave up.