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Avoidance

So, it’s the end of the second quarter of the year for our family business, which means that I have a couple of hours of computer bookkeeping to do.  It’s easy, doesn’t take long, and I’ve been doing this for years.  We are leaving for vacation on Saturday, and I have lots of little errands and chores that need attending to, so here’s how I deal with doing the books.

One of Two

One of Two

I have cast on for Two of Two, and may even have it done by No.  I won’t say it.  I shall knit when I can, and it will be done when it is done.

I did something different with this sock.  Instead of blindly following a pattern, I dug out the Yarn Harlot’s Knitting Rules, and followed her instructions to knit a sock that fits.  I measured my leg and foot, I swatched (!!!!) and switched needles (who knew swatching could help decide which needles to use?) and I boldly went where I had never gone before.  And the result?  A Sock that Fits.  A pattern that explains why we do certain things whilst knitting a sock.  Instructions that will allow me to knit socks without clutching a pattern wherever I go.  It’s like a big light bulb went on over my head.  I knew that sock patterns worked, but now I know why.   Thanks, Stephanie.

***Now this is probably old news for many sock knitters, but it did come as an epiphany to me.  Please indulge me.  At my age, it takes something major to break through my prejudices and preconceived notions.  I am, after all, my Father’s Daughter.

Knitty gritty:  Austermann Step mit Aloe Vera und Jojoba Ol, colour number 07 (not very descriptive).   The label claims that the jojoba and aloe should last through 40 washings.  We’ll see.  Nice to knit with, especially after the   Noro socks.  As an aside, the Austermann website is kind of fun, even if you only have a little German.

The second sock is calling, and I don’t want to discourage it.  So, what with the sock, buying a new broom with which to sweep off yet more snow from the deck, and possibly doing a wee bit of bookwork, it should be a frantic day.  Okay, maybe not frantic, but I have more than one thing to do.   Now that I’m fifty, that qualifies as pretty busy.

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