Check out what I found while antiquing!



I've never seen any that resize like this before. It was also fun being able to tell the lady working the register what they were. The sock you can see better here:



It is one of the socks from Nancy Bush's Knitting on the Road. I'm having a small problem locating my copy at the moment, so I can't say exactly which one (this may become problematic in another inch or so). I believe it is the only one that calls for this yarn, Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sock. I think the pattern is really cute and the yarn is really ugly. Not Shepherd Sock in general, of course, just this color way. It was so pretty and springlike in the hank! Then it got grosser when I wound it and knit up I think it just looks dirty. Ah well, thus is the beauty of the shop sample; I don't have to wear it.

This sock has some bad vibes associated with it, though. I began it on the flight here from Minneapolis and then dropped the ball of yarn as I was bolting frantically through the airport in Memphis trying to make my connection to Tupelo. Being completely unaware of this in my panic (well, I felt my front pocket suddenly become less tight but desperately tried to convince myself that things had just shifted and to just... keep... running...), I left a trail of yarn down the entire A concourse before dropping the sock itself. Of course I missed my flight. Why, when there are ten people on the same late connection coming to your plane that only seats 40 and often flies with 7, would you ever hold the plane an extra 10 minutes? It's Tupelo, for crying out loud! It's everyone's final destination, so you're not going to cause a chain of delays, just hold the damn plane! Since of course they couldn't rebook me at that desk, I had to lug my 70 lb duffle bag all the way back to the main concourse, where I discovered my lost little ball of yarn (seems the single strand blends in very well with dirty, non-descript linolium). I picked it up and turned around to see a very kind gentleman walking slowly at the other end of the terminal winding my yarn as he went around his arm so it wouldn't tangle. As I was cursing my way through rewinding the ball, I learned that the Memphis airport closes, so even though it was 7:30 I was stuck there for the night. I then had to fly into Birmingham in order to be able to be picked up from the airport (they should really refund me the $100 ticket difference), and the rest of what you see here was knit on the two hour drive back to Columbus with a friend who had just dropped off his wife. I know my refrain of "I'm in the middle of f-ing nowhere, and nothing works" has come to mind several times down here, but I had really expected more of Memphis.

posted by Anonymous @ 6:44 AM