I have frightfully little knitting to share, since most of my time the past two days has been spent doing such adult things as getting a friend to come jump start my car, earning a living, and cleaning my apartment, or at least getting it clean enough that I'm o.k. with complete strangers coming through it. So to make up for the lack of actual knitting, I have knitting-related confessions.
1. I have never knit a sock. I've never even attempted a sock. Despite that, I am completely confident that I will have at least three pairs of baby socks for a baby shower in two weeks. Oh, and the yarn for said socks probably won't be here until Friday or Monday. Here's why I'm confident: a) they're small, so they should go fast, b) they're small, so they're easily portable, c) they're small, so memorizing the instructions should be easy, and d) I know how to turn a heel.
This is the only bit of knitting I've done in two days. It's a heel. It's my first heel. If it were a sock, it probably wouldn't fit anybody, but I just wanted to test drive the instructions. This is a heel following the baby sock instructions from Dale's St. Moritz, except that it's knit out of Falk instead of Baby Ull and on size 4 needles instead of size 2.
2. About two years ago, when my mom first told me that she reads knitting blogs, I laughed in her face. I think I even went so far as to call her a dork, and probably said something about how that was the lamest thing I'd ever heard. Then a couple months later I was back home for a few weeks, and happened to hear my parents (note the plural) at the computer, laughing themselves silly. They were reading Yarn Harlot. I was intrigued - what could possibly be so entertaining? So I read some on my own. In about ten minutes, I was hooked. And clearly the universe was trying to teach me something about not being judgmental. Apparently, I didn't learn my lesson. I thought, "O.k., I can see why people read knitting blogs, but still, who would think their knitting is worth sharing with the world?" Well, two years later, I start a blog and now I get the answer to that, too. There's a lot of fun to be had in sharing a hobby with people, even if you never actually meet them. And the sharing's a lot more fun with a blog than without. So while the universe is teaching me to eat my words, here's to knitbloggers everywhere!