I started a sock for TH. The pattern appeared perfectly innocent and this was by far, the men’s sock pattern that I preferred based on the pics.

Before it was all said and done, there were several clues that this sock journey was not going to end with a complete double rainbow.
Clue Number 1: The ribbing.
I got about 12 rows into it before I realized knit 2 purl 2 was slamming 4 knit stitches up against each other near the beginning and ending of the rounds. Upon further examination, printing the pattern had cut off vital information like the fact that the ribbing should be k1p1. I should have figured this out much sooner, but I was in a happy knitting daze laying around and watching TV with TH…I rip this and cast on again….no biggie.
Clue Number 2: Random purls.
As I continue around the heel and think I’m following the pattern, there seem to be purls where I would prefer a nice section of knits….should I follow the pattern or go rogue. Against my better judgement, I continue to follow…

Clue Number 3: Test sock size at 75% complete.
uh oh.
I can barely get the sock over my foot! How on earth is TH going to get this sock on?
Immediately, I begin praying for some kind of Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants scenario. Barring that, I do not see any way this will fit over his foot – the cast on is too tight. How did this happen? um. oops. it seems that when I cast on the second time, I only cast on over one needle and not two. Insert choice words here. What kind of a sloppy knitter am I that I forgot to cast on over two needles? well, at least I’ll only make that mistake once, surely?
I carefully try the sock on TH (keeping in mind it still has needles in it) and while it is a very close thing, the sock actually will go onto his foot.
But who is going to wear a sock that it takes a shoe horn to get on? He claims that I should just finish the sock and not worry about it and is convinced he can get the sock on more easily since he owns the foot.
Clue Number 4:
The pattern says something to the effect of, “I ended up with the wrong number of stitches and here’s what I did to correct it.”
Are you kidding me? You wrote a pattern and you ended up with the wrong number of stitches? Didn’t you realize what the issue was when you made your second sock? I don’t want to throw stones, but really? seriously?
I take a deep breath and get off my high horse as I realize that I didn’t end up with the wrong number of stitches…so, I ignored that row…..but I was already so ticked at this sock that there was no turning back.

Here’s the offensive sock that is almost assuredly going to get frogged once I’ve made my peace with it.

Several years ago in a land not very far away at all, a couple had a baby girl. I called her Baby Mac. I made her a blanket (which took way longer than it should have, but due to my extreme abhorrence for assembly, this project managed to drag out for two years).

Then she needed a blankie to love, and hug, and keep for her very own since the first one was more heirloomy in nature.


Which brings us to present day and the birth of her little sister who we’ll call Baby Mac jr. Her baby pictures were lovely, and wouldn’t it be nice if this baby had her blanket before she turns two?! A speed blanket was started using two strands of Yarn Bee Infatuations yarn – Carnations.
I’m not a huge fan of pink, but I wanted a yarn similar to the first one but still girly and I liked the way these different pinks came together (although, these pictures don’t seem to do it justice and are making one think of Pepto).

By the time it was going into the box, I had fallen fully under the pink spell and couldn’t resist surrounding it with different shades of pink tissue. After this, I may not allow myself to say that I don’t like pink anymore. It seems I’m just a poser and really do like it after all…
 I hope you like your blankie, little one!

Sometimes, I have a picture-taking idea and it doesn’t turn out at all and sometimes I have an idea that I’m pleased with. I went outside with Sydney to take pictures of her in the fields of wild morning glories that have sprung up after the Hermine flood. On the way, our kolanchoe looked so red, I couldn’t resist snapping a couple.

The pictures in the pink flowers did not turn out as well since she was very distracted by the tall weeds tickling her nose and the smells blowing by on the wind…but we had fun nonetheless.


p.s. I should explain that sometimes, I have to manage my own expectations. The red flowers are about 6 inches tall, so the camera was sitting pretty much in the dirt and I couldn’t really see the view finder very well and had kind of taken it for granted that Sydney might not even be in those pictures much less be in focus. So, I was terribly pleased and surprised that not only was she in the pictures, but she was centered and in focus!