Believe me, I'm not a difficult person. I am not this persnickity in real life. I do not send overly salted or cold food back in restaurants, even when I probably should. I have been known to wear two completely different shoes to work and not notice until well after lunch. I do not register complaints at hotels in the hopes of getting a free upgrade or a fruit basket from the general manager. Upon entering my house, you would in no way utter the words 'perfectionist' or 'neat freak', unless of course you happen to pop over on the second or forth Thursday of the month, right after the cleaning lady has just left, in which case you might be under the mistaken impression that I pay very close attention to detail and that everything must be just so for me to be happy. The only area of my life where I seem to care enough to exert that little extra effort it takes to fret about everything being just right is knitting. Can you tell where this little post is going? After all of your sage and very welcome advice, I frogged those pooling socks like there was not tomorrow. With great abandon I ripped them mercilessly. Thinking that I had found a clever solution, I cast on my tried and true el-yawn-o sock on a different size needle, and knit for about 6 inches. Can you guess what the result was?
Yeah. Not much better than my first attempt. More dastardly pooling, people! So apparently the STR powers that be are trying to tell me something: do the pattern that the yarn was originally intended for. Hélas, pour moi...penis socks here I come!
In other exciting news, that living doll The Lone Knitter sent me an extra special parcel today. I ordered a ball of sock yarn 'Wisteria', from her Etsy shop (don't think of it as buying yarn, think of it as supporting an artisan, k?). It is even more luscious and gorgeous in real life than in the photos. The blues, greens and lavender were an instant salve to the drudgery of my day. As a very special enclosure she also sent me a signed, dedicated copy of her book, [one love affair]! 'Wisteria' is inspired by a passage from it. The book itself is a small fetish object that I have been fondling ever since it arrived. Can you stand it? I am touched beyond belief by the unexpected gift of this slim volume and all of the excitement that it has created. Recently I had been on the look out for something new to read, so this book is coming at the right time. So, yes there was pooling and knitting related tedium, but this parcel reminds me that I am still living a charmed life...thank you Lone Knitter!