Category Archives: Knitting

Go Team Wales – Day Eleven

*The pattern’s the thing.*

Chris has taken the camera and flown away, leaving me with the old camera with which to document my progress. The problem is that the old camera will not take photos unless the lighting is full natural light. As I tend to photograph and post at about, oh, 11:30 at night, tonight’s entry will be entirely descriptive.

By the way, I’m working on the heel of sock (part two).

(Warning: knit-technical content to follow. Wink wink.)
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Go Team Wales – Day Seven

*Tion Medon*
No post yesterday, because I sat down on the sofa last night and whimpered. I was tired. I knit about four rows. But that wussy knitter is gone now. I knit a lot today, listening to an audio reading of _Pride and Prejudice_ from “Librivox.”:

For those of you counting, there are nine days to go. To be precise, as of this writing there are 9 days, 11 hours, 54 minutes, and 10 seconds to go. Nine seconds. Eight. Seven…

However! We have documented progress! Behold:
The completed sock, part one

The completed sock (part one).

Pretty special, isn’t it?
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Go Team Wales – Day Five

*The view from here is pretty good.*

The sock, a work in progress, as adorned by Hershey:
Hershey, who yearns to love the sock

This is the only shot in which he did not a) lick the sock, b) chew the needles, or c) grab the sock with a deadly-inaccurate claw. If it had been alpaca, y’all would be reading a somewhat expletive-heavy account of the official Knitting Olympics cat toy.
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Go Team Wales – Day Four

*A true athlete looks beyond the pain.*

So today began the fourth day. I’m feeling it in my upper arms. You laugh? You try to grip sticks of wood half the diameter of chopsticks in your fingertips and maneuver string with them for hours at a stretch.

Sorry. I’m a bit testy. You see, it’s 12:31 in the morning. In five hours I will begin nursing a child who will pop up, bright and shiny-eyed, and demand, “Time for a snack? Pretzels and cheese and crackers?” And yet. I am sitting here, writing this, after performing what, to my untested mettle, was the scariest task so far.

Sock surgery.
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