I was going to entitle this post 'Sucktoberfest', but that would just be so me to go for the cheap, crass laughs, wouldn't it? Instead I'll treat you to a run-down of my sock knitting assembly line that is about as productive as a French national utility on strike. I am doing the best I can to roll with the punches, but this whole 'job thing' seems to be a great impediment to my sock production.
Socktoberfest--Where we're at:
As I mentioned in an earlier post, I frogged that Twisted Flower/Fleece Artist hot buttered mess back to the ribbing and am engaged in a très low cognitive load pair of orange stockinette socks. See, all better now, no nausea inducing pattern insanity:
And I must say that I am very pleased indeed with how my little stalwart pal Louet Gems is doing its best to cooperate with Cookie A.'s pattern. Louet has not let me down yet, people! This sock now has a fighting chance at not completely sucking and thereby starting off some sort of blogging cold war between myself and my pal, who deserves a good sock. Have a look:
My Wollmeise RPMs are inexplicably taking forever. I have the impression of having been knitting these for far too long, as I distinctly remember beginning them at Tween Thing's junior high school orientation. Since then she has managed to 'go with and break up with' seven boys, one of them because he called her friend 'a slut'. Way to go with the sister solidarity! I was very proud, especially since most girls will sell you down the river for a boy, but I digress...Yes, these socks are making me feel old and pre-menopausal, but I love the yarn and the pattern is a hoot:
By the end of the week I will have one more sock on the needles since I am taking an Argyle sock knitting class at Stitches East. Woot woot! Please look at the Cascade 220 below and tell me which yarn should be the main color, which two should be the diamond colors, and which one should be that accent line-thing out of those pictured:
Check me out if you're going. I'll be the imbalanced person with sweaty palms trying to meet Kaffe Fassett and gluttonously grabbing as much Tess yarn as I can fit on my Amex card.