Sock Princess

As all of you know I’ve always loved knitting socks.  I adore my double points and I adore my socks.  I couldn’t begin to count the pairs I’ve patiently knitted.  I really like plain socks, no frills, just socks.  I am now giving up the title of Sock Princess.  I will now be known as P.S.K. (pitiful sock knitter)  This dramatic change is occurring as a result of my going on Ravelry and seeing what socks should really look like.  I’ve never seen so much lace in my life.  A simple  plain old sock cannot be found.  It must take those people months to knit just one.  I have never in my life seen such beautiful socks (except for Julie G. and a few of my knitting buddies.)  I am totally depressed, just totally depressed.  No wait a minute, it’s not depression, it’s admiration, ya, that’s it.  I admire those knitters.   They have all given me the determination to knit a real sock, not a Plain Jane, a real sock. Lace, cables, fancy toes and heels.  By golly I’ll do it.  You bet I will, I’ll knit a sock that looks like their socks.  I’ll finish and I’ll post them on Ravelry, people will weep with envy.  Plain old sock knitters will be depressed, totally depressed.  Yes sir that’s what I’ll do and then I’ll wake up from my dream and go back to my Plan Jane socks.  Someone has to keep the knitting world real.

I had good intentions, was going to show you all the new socks I’ve finished in the last three weeks. What is it they say about good intentions?  I can’t remember the saying but mine went to hell.  Some little problem with my camera and my computer not getting along at the moment.  I’ll figure out the problem and post all my fun, colorful socks later.

I do have a baby Michael update.  We went to Pittsburgh yesterday for a visit.  Each time we see Mr. Michael he has grown and starting to do new fun things.  He cut a tooth the day before we arrived, just in time for Grams and Grandpa to ohh and ahh about what a smart boy he is.  Like he had anything to do with cutting that darling little tooth.  He’s also sitting up (well, almost) by himself.  We’re so pleased with his vision.  It looks like he can see about three yards in front of him.  Of course we won’t really know until he’s older.  He is reaching for toys placed that distance from his face and he will track to both sides at that distance.  For a little fellow with his challanges, he’s doing great.  He also learned to spit his food when he’s eating so he’s developing into a little boy just like his dad.  We are just so blessed to have this little guy.  Enough about our baby, I could go on for hours.  We’ll be going to Hermosa Beach in two weeks to visit with our wonderful little girls so I’ll report about all the happenings out there.  I understand the girls already have a full schedule for Grandma.  I imagine some of the time will consist of shopping as the girls know a softie when they see one.  That’s what grandmas are for, spoil them and leave them.

  The Yellow Springs Fiber Show was great fun.  I bought more roving than I’ll ever need, but I couldn’t pass it up.

Keep knitting friends, keep knitting.