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*shifts her feet*

Umm… Did I say I was posting Monday’s night or Tuesday? I meant Tuesday or Wednesday… yeah. Wednesday.

uncovered neurosis

Tonight or tomorrow I’m going to talk about socks. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve hated, loathed, despised socks. Honest. Especially the little seam across the toes. I have sensitive feet. You can ask those close to me if you want verification, but I’m kinda anal about my feet. Probably because I don’t like feet. They get dirty and smelly and walk in all kinds of nasty things.

But anyways, then, when I discovered knitting, I found out that handknit socks don’t have seams across the toe and since you make them, they fit. And now I almost love socks. I still wear sandals and only sandals from the minute it’s warm enough until it gets too cold again, but suddenly I’ll wear socks at home to keep my feet warm. And this has lead to my attempts to make perfectly fitting socks. I’ll probably never knit socks for anyone else. I’ll knit hats, scarves, shawls, mittens, sweaters, animals, anything for someone else. But I think my sock knitting time is going to be exclusively for me. Other people have nasty feet.

Ok, and now that I’ve revealed this extremely weird aspect of myself, lemme say, I’ve made some discoveries about socks and feet. And I’m going to share them. I’ve put some short rows in places I don’t think anyone else has used short rows on a sock. I love toe up socks. And I think I’ve discovered why socks never ever stay up on my calves. I like the magic loop technique, but I’m not sure I’m going to keep using it for my socks. DPNs work just fine, especially bamboo ones. I just have to be more careful about breaking them.

None of my socks are fancy because I’m not too sure how cables or lace will play with my modifications. And I’m not willing to give up my mods to have interesting looking socks. Besides, what if the designs bother me like the seams do? Hmm. Maybe I will knit socks for someone else. Anyone with small clean insensitive feet want socks?

(P.S. If this post sounds different, please lemme know. I was writing this while listening to music and I’m afeared that it messes up my writing voice. Does it?)

(P.P.S. yes, I know I wrote afeared and not afraid. I like it. I don’t know why. Apparently too much thinking about feet makes me strange. Heh. Oh my God, I’m turning into my father.)

(P.P.P.S. Does it seem weird and circular that I dislike feet because they get dirtier than the rest of the body, and yet I go barefoot because I don’t like socks? And I don’t like socks because my feet are sensitive and I don’t like feet? Would I like feet more if I wore socks all the time? I am nutty. Suddenly I’m not so surprised that I’m related to my parents.)

I think it’s official

I am a seasonal knitter. I’ll knit socks and scarves and hats and mittens and attempt sweaters and learn fair isle (that’s coming very very soon) as long as the high temperature for the day is 75 degrees or lower. I’m a wimp. I can’t hack the heat and sweat. My skin practically crawls off my fingers when it’s so warm in our house.

I don’t know if I’m mentioned this before, but while the Yarn Harlot fights the fight every year to not turn on the heater as the months turn cooler, the opposite is true my little family of bears. We fight about the ACs. Every year I try to leave them in the closet as far into summer as I can and I try to keep them off for as many hours as I or Bear can stand it. But the cost (beyond the nasty electricity bills, and I think that’s a sign of growing up, when you know the cost of electricity and you notice when they raise the rates) is my lack of desire to knit. I cannot touch hot sticky wool. And sadly, it’s not the wool that’s really at fault. It’s my skin that gets hot and sweaty. But while someone else’s skin making yours hot and sweaty isn’t a problem, wool is. So I think I’m just going to officially declare that I don’t really knit in the summer and stop looking at the wool and worrying about whether I’ll ever pick up needles or a spindle again. (not that I’m really using spindles, but it sounds weird to say pick up the wheel. I don’t pick it up much.)

I do think I’ll start documenting my stash with the idea of having pictures when Ravelry comes around.

And I love this quote, so I thought I’d share it.

“Experience is a good school, but the fees are high.”
  —  Heinrich Heine