Yesterday’s photo was of my “Sergio” golf club head cover.
He sits in my golf bag, right next to this one.
I had a golf lesson this week and learned that I’m mucho out of shape. Parts of me hurt that shouldn’t.
Some of those parts I need for knitting.
I need to join a gym.
Ever since I had that “problem” with my computer, things haven’t quite been right.
Yesterday, as I was trying to catch up on some blogs, I read one and saw that I had read the following few posts. So I clicked on the “Mark All As Read” button.
“Mark all 211 as read?” it asked.
“Yes, idiot.” I said. And clicked.
And that’s how I deleted ALL of the unread blogs in my Google Reader list. For the SECOND (or is it third) time.
So don’t anyone think I’m not paying attention to you. I’m not really paying attention to anything, obviously.
I blame it all on the week-long nausea I’ve been dealing with. Feeling so ill that I can’t even think of food but knowing that I have to eat. Me. Lover of all that is food.
This is one thing that took my mind off the discomfort…
Meeting Jane on Monday, for a few hours of knitting and laughing. She had been away for a few weeks and hadn’t done a stitch of work on her second sock. The knitter’s out there will realize the fun we had trying to figure out what part of the heel she was up to. The non-knitter’s can just smile and nod and imagine the fun.
Go on. I’ll wait.
I finished Tom’s socks over the weekend.
Details, once again:
Toe-up socks on Size 1 needle/magic loop
Plain foot with a spiral rib leg
Socks That Rock in Lucy colorway
Started sometime last summer
Now I’m working on my second “First Child’s Sock”.
I forgot to write notes and started the first sock around October. I know that I used different sized needles but more than 6 months later, I have no clue what they were. And thinking about it, if they’re called “Child’s FIRST Sock” should there EVER be a second sock??
I’m just winging it and hoping for the best because, after all, isn’t that how ALL knitter’s work? No? Oh well. Maybe Ravelry will help me straighten up and fly right. (Yeah, dream on.)