How? How can one person possibly make one sock a day?
I’ve been working semi-fiendishly and this is the most I’ve got.
I know I don’t exactly have delicate feet. I know these are size 1 dpn’s. I know I haven’t even put eight hours into this sock yet, but still! How can any human being possibly knit a sock a day?
OK. We all know real southern comfort is pouring a healthy amount of Southern Comfort into a green apple slurpee from 7-11. However, as I no longer seem to be able to have bourbon, and haven’t seen a 7-11 since I moved to New York long ago, the next best thing has got to be a piece of home by way of food.
I know we’ve all seen this meal already, but I figured I’d give up a little more information for the curious.
Last night I fell asleep on a size 1 dpn needle. Apparently knitting socks in bed to lull yourself off to sleep has its perils. The thing is, ages ago, The Yarn Harlot wrote something on her blog that put a bad idea in my head. She said she was going to knit a sock a day. The thing is, my workload is so light, I started to think I could knit a sock a day. Fortunately, I decided not to try it at the time. But because I cannot leave well enough alone, I got to thinking: I can knit a sock a day.
Here the sock is as of this morning.
Here it is after lunch. I managed to turn the heel on my own. Without a book. I’m pretty excited about this.
I suppose, in fairness, I should admit this is the same sock posted earlier this week, so it’s not like I could really finish it in one day. But I’m curious to see just how far I can get. And yes. I do appreciate what this says about whether or not I should really be spending the time looking for a new job. If only I could afford to work at a yarn shop. If only one of them would have me.
Confession: I pet this yarn. A lot. I think we’re in love. But I’m afraid to use it because then I’ll be forced to buy more. Is it sad that I can’t even remember its name? I’m like that sometimes. But I know where I picked it up. I’ll have to check out its name tag when I return home.
Another angle just because:
The bonus is, unlike my last date, this yarn doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that I read Martha Stewart Living.
I keep thinking that I will turn it into a neck warmer so I can be close to it always.
Several months ago on Lydia’s Kitchen, she made a grape torte. I was curious. I looked up a few recipes online, but nothing really moved me so I let it drop. While flipping through the most recent issue of Martha Stewart Living, an Open-Face Plum Cake caught my attention. While the cake looked appealing, I thought it would work better with smaller stone fruit (and apricots are a recommended substitution). But I had recently bought a bunch of red globe grapes and was curious how the cake would turn out if I used them instead.
Verdict: scrumptious! The grapes don’t really undergo any great transformation here. I wouldn’t say that the flavor intensifies or changes much at all. But they are a little bit more jammy, which I enjoyed despite not being a fan of grape jelly. As a bonus, this cake tastes a lot like the coffee cake recipe on the back of the box of Bisquick mix my parents used to beg me to make all the time as a child.
I will admit to eating two slices this morning for breakfast.
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