A previously favourite author once wrote that if short people could vote the word “cute” from the dictionary and everyday use, they would. Some days, I agree. I also have to apply that same general attitude/wish to stop the patronizing of older knitters. Notice I do not say “more experienced” knitters. I have been knitting for longer than many of the older knitters in town, yet I get called (oh, yes) a “baby knitter”.
Wow, the chutzpah.
Have you seen my sox? My lace? Anything I’ve made? I teach knitting workshops. I don’t take them.
Anyway, (deep breath), I just wanted to get that out.
I was fingerprinted today, for my Peace Corps application. Alas, they’ve gone digital, so I don’t even have the ink-stained hands to prove it ;)
Whilst running errands today, I dragged my father to the new Goodwill building. And, mwahaha, I scored 8 sets of retro and vintage knitting needles:
I also bought a ball of yarn at Jo-Ann’s, it was ON CLEARANCE and I have a plan so it’s forgivable. I had to go to the devil store (seriously, I can’t get out of there w/o spending money) to find certain items for a swap. That’s all I shall say for now. Said certain items were hell to find, btw. I get double brownie points for these, I think.
And, oh yes, the SOX ARE DONE!! Finished, completed, and they look fab to me. All the little ends are woven in. I even tried them on my feet (my partner’s feet are the same size) and they fit perfectly. Fantabulous.
I am forcing myself to pull away from sox and my Tempting and alpaca shrug for a while in order to spin that bloody yarn and finish up my swap packages. Then, Lord help me, I swear myself off of swaps for a while – I do! I want to craft for myself and my family for a while. Just a bit. I’ll be lured in again, soon enough.