I went to Jersey Boys recently with two friends from work. It was a great show and I recommend going to see it if you can.

You should be warned that the intermission is quite a ways into the show. Just about the time you are wondering if there is going to be an intermission, it will be intermission.

Speaking of intermission….
I was sitting quietly knitting on a sock when the mother behind me realized she had a voicemail message from their babysitter circa 7:20pm. It was 9:20pm.
She returned the call:
“Hi, I’m so sorry, I just saw that you called, I had my phone off for the show.”
…..which began at 8pm.
The babysitter indicated that when she was unable to reach the mother, she called back and had a lengthy conversation with CallNotes in order to scare the errant child who evidently had been throwing things and otherwise terrorizing her.
Evidently, the fake conversation worked since the mother was complimentary, “that’s a good technique….” and continued to say “We’ll understand if you don’t want to sit for us again, and we’ll let you go with our blessing.”
Well, I should think so, your kid was THROWING things at her. could have put her eye out!
This conversation just kept getting more interesting and I just kept knitting. At about this point, I notice that my friend next to me is not really doing anything other than watching me knit, so I kind of looked at her and raised my eyebrows and she mumbled something about how interesting it was to watch or some nonsense. I was content, so I continued to eavesdrop and knit.
The father was chiming in, “tell her there’s beer in the fridge”…and a moment later “and liquor in the cabinet if she needs something harder.”
Now, I’m not sure how old the actual babysitter was, but in my head, they were telling the 15 year old babysitter to get loaded now that the demon toddler had passed out. So, as the entire section is wondering if they’re contributing to the deliquency of a minor, the conversation wraps up.

I don’t have children, so I think her phone should have been on until at least 8pm…..but what I do have is a good imagination, so I think that if/when I ever have kids, I’m going to think of this story when I am tempted to turn my phone off as I cross the edge of my driveway.

Oh, and the friend that was enraptured with my sock knitting……she was just trying not to look totally obvious while she craned her neck to eavesdrop.

I was reading on the Yarn Harlot’s blog recently that she had to have a sock model and at the time I wondered why she couldn’t just take a pic of the socks on her own feet? As it turns out, you have to be crazy flexible to get really nice pics of your socks on your own feet. I am not a contortionist, so here’s a pretty good pic of my first sock on my own foot!


This sock also includes my first attempt at grafting. At one point TH asked who I was talking to as I singsonged “knit, purl, purl, knit”. I had to explain that the directions said that I should chant while I grafted. :)

I’ve been knitting for awhile and had yet to tackle socks. They seemed complicated because you have to make them fit as opposed to baby blankets which are one size fits all or baby hats that are grown into at some point.

But, to be a real knitter, instead of the fake knitter than I am?… I thought I should take on socks and at some point a sweater, so I cast on for my first pair of socks about a week ago.

Also, I was motivated by the rumor that hand knitted socks feel better on your feet than store bought socks. I suspected they didn’t actually feel better, but you think they do because you know they are hand knitted.
I followed an online tutorial: Silver’s sock class. It was easy and I was very pleased.

So, now I’ve overcome the sock challenge. I’m not sure when I’ll motivate myself to knit its mate; I think I would prefer to get started on something else.Where is a one-legged dryer-robbing sock-stealing alien when you need one?

I can report that it does feel different on the foot than a store bought sock (loose everywhere but at the very top of the sock/cast on)…..I think I like it…I may have figured out why a lot of knitters knit a lot of knitted socks.
The really good news is the sock was too small for TH and seemed to fit me pretty well…I’ll have to make him a sock before too long so he can test out the myth for himself.