Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Angus is on my list again. Two nights ago, he burrowed under the covers in the middle of the night and amused himself by biting my toes while I slept. Three nights ago, he walked in circles on top of me trying to find a nice corner of the afghan I was using so he could rub himself rudely on it. Tonight, he took off with a sock in progress (barely in progress; only a half inch of ribbing, but still...) and completely disemboweled the center pull ball so now, I have a big farking mess of Claudia's Handpainted yarn.
Meanwhile, Jamie continues to practice crawling. I rearranged the living room a little bit so he has the whole rug to crawl on, rather than rolling around in the other half of the room. I think it's an improvement because he can see me through the kitchen pass-through and therefore is not as sad when I go do something frivolous like make myself breakfast or a cup of tea. He's reached the cling-on stage, so he prefers to be with me all the time, possum-like.
That is, when he does not prefer to be looking at things I would like him to leave alone. I've littered the rug with board books, toys, etc., but he would rather find magazines to chew on and a bag of yarn to play with.
He also disemboweled a center pull ball of Cascade 220.

It's been a rough day for yarn chez Sock Knitters.
I cast on for a Tulip baby sweater in an assortment of blues and greens. I like to call it the Algae sweater. It's using up odds and ends of yarn, so I'm pleased about that. It's also a crazy fun thing to knit.

There are socks in progress too. This one is for my Uncle Merle, who lives in a retirement home in Honolulu, and although that is not a guy you think would want wool socks, he was admiring the ones I was making while in Hawaii and remarking that now that he is old, his feet get very cold at night and he can't get the building maintenance guy to turn the air conditioning down in his room. I asked him what his shoe size was and he said, "Big. Too big. Size 11."
Hah. The Fool wears a 12.

This is a little something from Knitting Socks With Handpainted Yarn, by Carol Sulcoski, which I think is a very neat book. I've been waiting to cast something on from that, and here it is. I plan to use odds and bobs for toes, cuff and heels, and some Regia stretch for the main part of the sock.

There are other socks in progress as well, but I decided taking pictures at night with a flash is not as good as doing it during the day, so more on all that later.
And now to sleep, where I will undoubtedly find Angus' hairy butt on my half of the bed.


Rachel said...

how did you get so far on that sweater already? very cute

meg said...

I stopped bathing. Also, I let Jamie eat stuff he finds on the floor. Seriously? worsted weight yarn and size 7 needles. Much faster than socks.

LaurieM said...

Sounds like Jamie wants the "good stuff". He doesn't see you playing with board books or toys. Oh no, you play with yarn and magazines, so obviously, that must be the really fun stuff to do. Smart boy.

Angie said...

OMG, is Jamie looking adorable. He was just a wee bairn not too long ago, now he looks like people. Its been said before, but he does like the "good stuff".

Carol said...

Woo-hoo! Thanks for the mention!

Maybe we need to send you some cheapo yarn that the little one can unwind w/o repercussion....

PICAdrienne said...

Well, it was really sweet of Jamie to take apart the worsted weight, rather than the sock yarn. Much easier (at least for me) to put to rights. Naughty Angus. As for finding him on the bed, my Mom has a 19 pounder (and polydactyl on both front paws) that likes to find my bed.