..with huge and grateful thanks to everyone who left a message on Monday. My Mum is still in hospital, but improving.
It's quite a drive to visit, so I'm continuing to be grateful for a bit of uncomplicated knitting to unwind to when I get back. This sock thing: it's going to be a hard habit to break. There is a tantalising variety of different heel types and toes and laces and cables to try. How many? How long is a ball of yarn?
Do you think a Great Big Sock Off would work? I was thinking about it as I knitted in front of Great British Bake Off last night (edible boxes of biscuits..where would you start?)
"This week, Sian, we want you to make an Estonian Crossroads sock, with half handkerchief heel and a wedge toe"
I'd definitely need sock blockers for that: nice wooden ones (ooh, yes please, Etsy), not the plastic ones (no thanks, Amazon), to sit and look craftsy and decorative on my work station. Can you tell I've been looking? That's how they know it's a serious addiction round here, when I start buying equipment. Like sock blockers (to help pull the cast off socks into shape and make them look properly finished). I'm not a gadget kind of girl. I don't have a cricut or a cameo, or a cuttlebug, or even a heat gun though I do have lots of paper. Likewise, I have piles of yarn, but I buy darning needles, stitch markers, row counters as I go, if I absolutely can't avoid it. So sock blockers would be quite a step.
It's funny, though: once you buy one piece of equipment, and discover that it actually works and that's why there's a market for them and why people spend their Sunday afternoons queuing in Argos,..it's a slippery slope to fully tooled up living. I bought a steam cleaner the other day. It steams, it cleans, its usage is weirdly addictive. When I'm finished here I might turn it on again and try another one of my attachments..
But only after I've hit the button and ordered the sock blockers. I'm sure they'd make my life a whole lot better. When they arrive I'll get some eye rolling round here, I don't doubt it. But they know they're fighting a losing battle
When we were on holiday we spent an afternoon out on the deck of the ship, just reading. Very pleasant it was. I had to keep biting my tongue, though, because my book was full of interesting things I wanted to share..and often when I do that I find my interesting things just aren't as ..interesting to everyone else.
"I'll make you a bet," said The Accountant. "I'll bet you that the next thing you read out of your book will not be as interesting, as pertinent, as relevant to your life right now as the next thing I read you from my book"
I glanced over. Ardennes 1944. Easy. I couldn't imagine what I needed to know out of that. "Okay," I said. Go ahead.."
"Did you know," he said, "Did you know trench foot was such a danger that JD Salinger's Mum used to send him a fresh pair of hand knitted socks every single week?"
Ah. yes. Good one. Mrs Salinger: I salute you.