Sort of the theme of today.
Let’s see, I started by heading to Waffle Shop with the parents for breakfast. And, then I repented by walking home from the restaurant.
I practiced French, did my French homework, and watched a very tedious French video.
Then, I sorted laundry and filed paperwork.
Next, I worked out.
And, then I spent 30 minutes preparing myself to start my first attempt at knitting socks. I have knitted hats, scarves, wraps, afghans, and ponchos…which were in style for a few minutes, but I have never tried socks. A while back I bought a Joy of Socks kit. Today, I finally broke down and started.
First, knitting on four needles is a little challenging at first. I have finally completed my first round, and I anticipate round 2 to go a bit smoother. I was also daunted by the fact that the Joy of Socks book only offers instructions for intermediate and advanced knitters. I feel like I am still a beginner, so this is a leap of faith.
Second, the needles are a lot smaller and shorter than I am used to, so I am worried about dropping stitches.
Third, I had to go to the library to get a Knitting 101 book to help me through the knitting socks.
So 45 minutes later, and I have 1 row of knitting completed. Let’s hope my confidence improves and my speed.
Headed upstairs to cook a shepherd’s pie only to discover that the meat concoction I had rescued from the freezer was a stew with lots of potatoes and parsnips. Definitely not requiring a lid of mashed potatoes. So after a brief consult with the diners, a.k.a. my parents, I decided on popovers. However, with my mental energy spent on sock knitting, I begged off the actual baking of popovers and just stuck the stew in the oven.
Indulged in evening snack over glass of wine: olives, crackers and cheese. My mother commented that it looked like I was smoking pot in the basement as I had the munchies. Well, given that I am 1) allergic to the stuff, 2) considerate of others and would never smoke in the house, if I smoked – which I don’t, and 3) hungry because all I had today for lunch was a celery stick, I told her the weed was not to be found.
Now, putting off row 2 of the socks… and actually since you can only knit one at a time…. it’s putting off row 2 of the sock. I will sign off, and provide you tomorrow with a sock update and hopefully good news that I managed to get back on track with my running schedule.
As ever,
K. Quinn