Thursday, February 08, 2007
Broodings on an ugly sock.
I turned the heel a couple days ago, then started swatching for the Knitty Project and am now back to the sock. (I know I wanted to finish the Steeked Jacket by next week, but I find myself curiously unmotivated about that second sleeve awaiting me.) So this morning, I had to measure my foot to see what I decrease down to, after picking up the gusset stitches.
Instead of what I did last time (namely, screwing up), I STOOD UP when I measured my foot. It turns out this was a darn good idea, because when I sat down and measured my foot again out of curiosity, I found that there was a difference of over an inch. I am afflicted by a Hawaiian condition known as 'foot spread' - the result of going barefoot for ten years. (It can also be caused by wearing shoes that don't 'hold in' your feet, like sandals, slippers/thongs/flip-flops, or in my case, Birkenstocks.) I was once declared an 'honorary local' by the kids I went to school with, after I showed up for class without shoes on; I'd completely forgotten. While it is not okay to go barefoot at school any more, strictly speaking (back in the day, most kids went to school barefoot - many told me that the thing they hated most about starting kindergarten was having to wear clothing), no one commented on it except in an amused tone. One professor sighed and shook her head. In Ohio, where I also went to college once upon a time, I'd have been thrown out.
Anyway. When measuring your feet for socks, stand up. Especially if you go barefoot or wear loose shoes a lot.
Yesterday, I dyed some yarn. (Gee, that never happens around here.)
On the top, another go at the element of earth. (Much more successful than the insipid camouflage yarn I produced last time.) On the bottom, some lace weight. I was attempting to copy the color of Sekhmet's eyes; they're a pretty sea green shading toward blue on the outer edge and shading toward yellow on the inner edge. Not bad, but I haven't quite got it yet.
The Baby, six months away from the age of two, has decided that the Terrible Twos should begin now. She has been pushing the envelope on rules for the last week. We had firmly established that climbing on top of the coffee table was not to be done; who was found sitting there watching TV last night? (I was trying to cook dinner. Silly me.) When told 'no' or pulled away from any non-baby area, she lays on the floor and howls. Why she does this, I do not know; we certainly don't cater to her or give in, and often laugh at her. But she's a baby, she's not meant to make sense. In between howling and climbing furniture, though, she's been pretty happy.
New Blogger is fucking up the posting of another picture. Gee. I'm shocked. New Blogger not working. Wow. Alert the media. We never saw this coming.
Amazon.com, in their infinite wisdom, lost my book order (no record of it anywhere). In the last year, every single goddamn order I have made with them has either been lost and had to be re-done, or even better, books they said were in stock suddenly moved to out of stock status and took two months to arrive. This was sort of my last go with Amazon, and now that I've confirmed they have their heads up their collective ass, I will not be ordering from them again. Ever. Someone else, somewhere, anywhere, has got to sell any book I want.
On the other hand, my ten pounds of books from Schoolhouse Press were shipped the other day and got as far as Chicago yesterday. I hope to find it on a plane to me by this evening. I do so love being able to track packages on the internet.
We won't discuss the yarn orders coming in. Nope.
at 12:36 PM