To The Victor Goes The Socks!

It was a fight to the finish. There were tears, tantrums and, at least once, a pile of yarn that almost found itself airborne in a fit of temper. It seems that my casual dismissal of the bickering between socks 1 and 2 was premature. Sock #2 was clearly more upset by the whole sorry affair than I had originally realized. It made its displeasure known in no uncertain terms and very nearly brought your friendly, easy going Sheep to her knees in despair.

Or I just wasn't paying attention to where I was putting the toe decreases. Whatever...

At any rate, it was a near thing. The toes were ready for the grafting, the yarn had been cut, the darning needle was threaded and I was looking forward to modeling my socks for the cats within mere minutes. I realize that blaming the sock for the decreases being on the top and bottom of the foot seems somewhat unreasonable and immature on my part. But, I've decided to go with that line of thinking. It is easier to believe that inanimate objects can take their revenge on me than it is to admit an error that is just beyond stupid.

Either way, you get the same result: socks that should have been done during the latter hours of prime time TV viewing were actually completed at 1:00 in the stupid morning. But they are done and there is little that sock #2 can do about it now.

Even the Big, Fluffy Kitty cannot look the misbehaving footwear in the eye...

For all the angst, they are really a nice pair of socks and, being blue, will see a great deal of wear. The pattern is my old stand-by. The yarn is Colinette Jitterbug and is yet another example of the exquisite taste of our friend April. Why she doesn't have a yarn shop, I'll never know. She knows the good stuff, that's for sure. And she's not shy about sharing! Thanks, April! These are beauties!!!

After all that yarn battling, one might think that The Sheep would need a day of rest. But that was not the case. I am supposed to be writing a paper for The Class That I Hate More Than Liver And All Vegetables as well as finishing that article for job #2 that my boss oh so gently reminded me about the other day. But I chose to do neither. Instead, I ventured over to Baby Brother Sheep's house to visit with New Girlfriend Sheep Who We Like (and who really isn't a new girlfriend at this point, I suppose). She was having a candle party and I thought this might be a nice way to also visit with my widdle doggy nephew, Sarge The Most Scary Teacup Terrier. It was also a nice way to get a chocolate infusion as NGSWWL is one of the best bakers I've ever had the great fortune to stumble across. I snuck in the sock knitting during the presentation portion of the afternoon and made a wee bit of progress on the latest pair of hoofwear. And, to top off a pretty good day, I won the door prize. All in all, a delightful way to avoid working on the boring stuff.

I'll have time on my hands this week to get to some of that stuff. I'm taking a little bit of sick time in order that I might get a little proceeeeeeeedure done on Wednesday. We are not speaking of this just yet as Hysterical Mind has forgotten about this little appointment and we don't want to get her all riled up too early. Suffice it to say that it involves The Mole Of Disturbing Dimensions and a scalpel. Shhh...little pitchers have big ears. You never know when HM is lurking and listening.

The plan right now is to pack up the sock bag, lure her to the car with the promise of treats and hope that she doesn't figure it out before we get to the surgeon's office.

Should be an interesting week...

SA