Archive for November, 2007

This Will Only Hurt A Little

Oh, procrastination is thy name.

For the past few weeks I have been dealing with some massive oral pain. The root (har har) of the problem is a broken wisdom tooth I have been slow to deal with. I finally have a date for the removal of the bastard tooth but that doesn’t mean I fully look forward to it going away. After all, there are few things I like less in life than needles and needles in my mouth are one of them.

Now I am no stranger to oral surgery and extractions. With the exception of eight baby teeth, every other one had to be surgically removed in some way, be it in-office or a trip to the surgeon. But none of those teeth were broken, and none were removed by a new-to-me dentist. While making the appointment I had sudden visions of a Castaway like extraction, only without Tom Hanks wielding the ice skate. Thankfully I was quickly reminded there would be drugs involved, and likely lots of them.

So mark your calendars for December 12th. While you’re knitting in the afternoon, I’ll be giving a exam chair the gripping of its life and then drooling all over myself when I get home.

See Spring Swear

See Spring. See Spring knit. Knit Spring, knit!

See Spring finish a sock. See Spring notice that the second sock does not match the first. See Spring swear. Swear Spring, swear!

So I’ve been rocking along on my Firebird socks, and come to the last pattern repeat before the ribbing and discover I don’t have enough yarn. I ponder why (I divided the skein and went to up on both) but make do and scalp yarn from the other finished sock. And then I look. Sock number two is an inch longer, because the moron who knit it (that would be me) somehow snuck an extra half repeat into it. And not only that the repeat is in the foot, so now said moron has to remove the bind off and frog back over half a sock.

It is times like this I really fucking hate knitting and math.

For now the socks are in time out, mocking me. To make myself feel better I stabbed a metal DPN through them to keep them together. Now I just need to gather the cojones and make a date with the ball winder so I can fix my idiotic error.

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