Mikknit

This has been a heck of a week, so I’m unwinding with some of Chris’s homebrew - some cranberry wheat beer. Yum. And when the cranberry wheat keg was blown, I was poured some mustard-peppercorn ale - lovely!

Of course since I’m a lightweight when it comes to drinking, the beer has left me unable to do much more than stockinette stitch. Good thing I’m done with the ribbing on this sock! I finally finished the first of the Opal Flamingo socks I started last month after it had languished for a goodly amount of time. I think I’d originally decided that it was too baggy around the ankle and needed to be undone. Of course I’d discovered this after turning the heel, so I abandoned it a while to think about it. When I picked it up again and tried it on, it fit just fine. I hope this doesn’t mean my ankles and calves have grown since then…

I was finishing up the toe of the sock over at our neighborhood coffee shop this afternoon, when a young woman walked through and asked me what I was making. I held it up and told her that it was a sock. Her comment? “Man, that’s a huge sock!” Why yes, I do have gigantic flipper feet, thanks for noticing. Undeterred, I finished the knitting shortly and put it away to await a time when I could use my full brain to kitchener the toe. And a time when I had the danged needles with me. Nevermind that I was about 20 feet from a yarn shop where I surely could’ve borrowed a needle to do the kitchener and that kitchener is so ingrained into my brain that I could ostensibly do it with my eyes closed. It’s done now, regardless.

Purchased some yarn for chopper liners for my grandpa - some superwash ragg yarn, grey and black. It’ll be lovely knit up and warmer than the thin cotton liners that came with them. And machine washable because he said it would be nice but not crucial. Maybe I’ll get that started for when I need something a little less socky.

The Cherry Tree Hill scarf is on hold - I’m not too thrilled with the drop-stitch pattern. It’s just too fiddly and slow for my liking. I’m going to have to figure out something though, maybe flip through my Barbara Walker stitch treasury and find something lacy and pretty. I did promise to knit this scarf for my friend’s mom, so I should get on it posthaste.

Time to get off the computer, knit, and watch Anthony Bourdain. Love Anthony Bourdain! I’ve been a fan ever since I read an excerpt of his book Kitchen Confidential that was published in the New Yorker in 1999 or 2000 - right when I was really starting to think I could pull off the working in a restaurant kitchen thing (I couldn’t). I still love the books and Tony, though.