One stitch at a time on its Journey
Saturday January 08th 2011, 12:13 am
Filed under: Friends,Knit

My hands needed interruptions and the day provided a few. But still. This is probably a record for me, sockknitting-wise. I can just see Gigi and Jasmin laughing at that not-yet-kitchenered toe; maybe I could trade them for a chocolate torte this time, what’s a little grafting among friends… (Nah, I can do it, it’s just seeing the fine dark stitches to weave in and out of them.)

My best pun of the day was over at Lene’s blog. After all, the snow shouldn’t fall till the trees are done coming home from their Autumn party. Having to make the snow melt off the sidewalk already… It was mapley wishful thinking on its Journey down to the ground that it could somehow hold winter off just a little longer with its bright yellows and reds, but as I told Lene, the trees sang, Don’t salt! De-leafing…

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Comment by sherry in Idaho 01.08.11 @ 6:17 am

I’d absolutely graft for a torte. I don’t mind grafting at all. It’s the mattress stitch that makes me shiver…

Comment by Channon 01.08.11 @ 9:03 am

Heh. I know what you mean. Some jobs just require good lighting. and it’s a great excuse to put off till another day

Comment by Carol 01.08.11 @ 10:13 am

Kitchenered toe? Toes in the kitchen? How big is that sock, and will have a twin for the other foot?

Chocolate tortes are not bribery; they are a medium of exchange. One torte equals …

Comment by Don Meyer 01.08.11 @ 10:22 am

Look at you, knitting socks! I tells ya, the way to avoid that toe-graft is to go toe-up!

Comment by Lanafactrix 01.08.11 @ 9:08 pm

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