April 15, 2004

How's this look?

Yesterday afternoon, as I stepped from the bath, I stepped on my glasses. They are not ok. (For the record, despite any intimations that you may hear from my family, I was not reckless with my glasses. I've had the same pair for seven years...their number came up, that's all. No, I don't know why they were on the floor, but if you give me a few minutes to work it out I'm sure I can blame one of the children) I've crushed them. I will spare you the expletives, but you can be assured that any temper tantrum and associated foul language you are imagining is likely falling far short of the mark.

I am now blinded until I can figure out how to get a new pair, and fast. Without my glasses I need my face about 4 inches from the monitor to read and can't tell the children apart until they say something. The girls tortured me last night by "helping" me find things. Example:
Me: Where is my darning needle? I can't see it.
Any one of the girls: Right there.... (imagine annoying giggling here)
Me: Right where? Here?
Girl: On the table. (more giggling...)
Me: What table? This table? (finding table by knocking knee into it)
Girl: Yeah....right there. On the left. (giggling becomes laughing)
Me: This isn't funny (Joe starts to laugh) Give me the needle!
Girl: Sorry Mom, it's not on the left...move your hand to the right. (Annoying laughter becomes louder as I knock something that I can't identify (probably the (*&^%$ needle) to the floor as I sweep my hand across the table.)
Me: This is stupid, I can't see the needle, just pass me the damn thing!
Girl: Mom, calm down...Sorry about that, the needle is on the other table. Take two steps to your left......(Everyone in the room collapses in a fit of hysteria, I contemplate long term complex revenge strategies)

I've got to get a new pair today. This can't go on. Luckily, it turns out that I don't need to see to knit (although the grafting was done pretty close up)


Sam took the picture this morning. I have no idea if it's ok. I guess it will be a little surprise for me when I get the new glasses. These are the Fleece Artist socks, my own plain sock pattern and my feet.


Your choices (with my comments...not that you should care) are:

Waving lace socks from Interweave knits. (scroll down) I like these a lot, but have concerns about the lace pattern being lost in a variegated yarn.

Broadripple socks from Knitty. What's not to like?

Crusoe Socks, also from Knitty. (Nobody suggested those but me...I've always liked them though, so you can suck it up.

Ryan's totally cool Dublin Bay socks. These are my personal favourites so far. Don't let that influence your voting. Go admire them.

Blueberry waffle socks. These are the wrong gauge, but I can work it out. These don't turn my crank so much. I worry about my already wide feet looking decidedly puffy. On the other hand, my feet are already wide, what do I have to lose?

Little Shell Socks. (Chris, I'm bailing on your Domino idea for two reasons. 1. I want to enjoy my life. 2. I don't have a contrasting colour) I like these, but if I'm gonna do to the feather and fan thing then I think I'd rather go big or go home, like Broadripple.

There were other suggestions. Like the colourblock "Strongheel" socks from Knitters. I'm intrigued by them too but I'd rather chew my own arm off then try and figure out how to convert the freaky triangular construction to sock weight yarn. I have to say that I do respect Laurie for owning up to her motivation. She truly embodies the spirit of "You pick it, I knit it". Krista Jo may have made a valiant effort as well, but the world will never know because my house has eaten the issues of IK that she is referring to. I'll keep looking.

Okay. Peruse the choices. Think deeply. Remember that the fate of two skeins of Lorna's Laces sock yarn rest in your hands. Then vote in the comments.
I'm going to go try and buy some new glasses so I can find out what you are all saying.

Posted by Stephanie at April 15, 2004 11:37 AM