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All has been pretty quiet on the knitting front.

I finished up a few odd socks – very proud of myself – but while I still have a few more to do, I couldn’t help but cast on my Duets Sock (in your basic toe-up pattern with ‘Magic’ Figure Eight Cast-On).

(I tried, really, but then I saw that everyone else was doing it, and I’m nothing if not a sheep)

I should have listened to my gut however, as The Universe insisted on bitch slapping me at every turn.

Problem: Sock too big.
Solution: Frog and use smaller needles.

Problem: Sock too small.
Solution: Frog and use bigger needles but fewer stitches.

Problem: Short row heel too shallow.
Solution: Rip out (completed) heel and rework wrapping several extra stitches.

FRUSTRATION.

Anyhow, I finally finished up the first of the two, leaving the cast off until I see if there’s enough of the brown left to do a cuff.

Cute, yes?

Final Problem: I had planned on these socks for myself. The (pink/green/brown) colourway is very much ‘me’. But I’m finding the DK yarn weight is a little too thick for my liking.

Final Solution: Mom will be getting these socks for Mother’s Day and I will be pronounced World’s Greatest Daughter.

I’m sick of these socks anyhow.

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About Angela

My name is Angela. I am a 28 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I'd rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, Snap.com commercials, and Oprah 'reunion shows' make me cry. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don't understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing Broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe'en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related. I like vanilla body lotion, peanut butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets, TheOnion.com, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corelle dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50's tchotchke, 'Idiot's Complete Guide To' books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper. I don't like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy. Books I've read recently The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dark Tower, When Nietzsche Wept, What's So Amazing About Grace?, Catcher in the Rye, Not Wanted On the Voyage, The Red Tent, The Little Prince, The Way the Crow Flies, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Poisonwood Bible, The Fall, The Knot of Vipers, Calculating God, The Chrysalids, Sick Puppy, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Franny and Zooey, The Brothers Karamazov, and jPod. I am slightly neurotic. No I'm not. Yes I am.

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