Stephieface

Done!! And just in time! This morning I grafted the toe on the second sock, and heck… I even wove in the ends. This afternoon the postal carrier delivered my celebratory stitch markers. Woohoo!

And Stepherz is right, the stitch markers are pretty enough to be jewlery:

Preeeeettttyyyyy…… man am I a sucker for shiny (the extra gold bit on the left is a heart charm my kids gave me, I just couldn’t take it off).

Lately I’ve been trying to make space around here. Our house was a good size for 2 people, maybe 2 people with a wee third. Its currently getting a little cramped around these parts, so I’ve been going through our belongings and getting rid of stuff we don’t need anymore (maternity clothes? right outta here). In my cleaning exploits I discovered something from my past long ago…………..

My very first ever knitting attempt.

You’d never know by looking at it that its worsted weight yarn, or that I knit it on US size 8′s. Though you can easily find where I dropped a stitch or two, and see how teeny tiny my stitches used to be. I used to knit on just the very tippy tips of the needles, and my tension was so tight that the acrylic screamed and squeaked for mercy as I pushed forced stitch after forced stitch onto my needles. My hands ached after each go at a row. To think I went from that, to this:

Makes me a very happy girl.

I woke this morning from the strangest dream, let me tell you. Currently, the Mister is working a swing shift where for two weeks he works morning (7am-3pm) and then for two weeks he works nights (3pm-11pm). He has just started the morning portion of his swing shift today. When he works the A.M. shift I somehow end up getting up with him around 5am and talk with him until he goes to shower and leave, then I go back to sleep. Typically though, my contacts remain out and so these early early mornings, though enjoyable, are extremely blurry.

Now the dream, I dreamnt this morning….. in hazy blurry no contacts vision no less…. that my house was infested with bats. The dream specifically went that I heard some commotion, went downstairs to check, and found the Mister swatting at an infestation of bats in my kitchen. They had escaped into my kitchen from a ginormous hole in the wall located behind my microwave. As he swatted and chased them they just sort of hung around grabbing onto the walls with their freaky little wingy arm claws. When I woke up I reflexify patted my head to see if there were any in my hair. You’re all welcome to try and divine/interpret the meaning behind the dream. My current theory is its my subconcious telling me not to cook or something freaky will happen to my hair.

In other news, I have Dragonlady Designs stitch markers on the way. As I told you previously I am a Stitch Marker Ho, and generally if I want to remember something specific, or reward myself, I get a set of stitch markers. By the time the Stitch Markers get here I will……………..

……………………….have fully completed my first pair of socks, made all on my own, with no help!

With Virgin Sock Voyage v2.0 I had some issues. The yarn was awesome. The pattern was great (even after that whole forum questioning of ‘Do I Slip 11 stitches?’). I still intend on finishing the pair (not even having started sock #2 yet). Thing is, I really had to pay attention. So while it was awesome laundromat knitting, it wasn’t Stephieface Were-Athon knitting. In any case, by the time the new stitch markers arrive the “blood moon socks” (get it? get it? from knitting them while watching a were-athon) will be completed, and I can add these puppies to my collection:

I think….. I think with all this sock knitting…. that I’ve succumbed….. succumbed to the dark side.