Mossy Cottage Knits

Sew Clumsy

Sometimes I think crafts, craft-type materials and I were not meant to exist in the same universe. Case in point: A few days ago, when I walked to my car, I felt a curious, light tugging entirely around the circumference of my upper calves (of the leg, not the moo-cow, variety). I walked a few more steps and there it was, the weird tugging. Walk, tug; walk, tug. I finally looked down and realized that I had somehow—don’t ask me how—snagged some thread onto my pants and, again, somehow, had spun around enough times to encircle my legs with it, and had then walked out my front door, locked said door, and walked the not inconsiderable distance to my car, all the while festooning myself and my yard with white thread. Naturally, I defestooned myself and yard—I literally had to wind the thread up around my fingers and into a ball, there was so much of it—and headed off to work.

What concerns me is that if I hadn’t been able to feel the thread, say, if it had snagged itself to the outside of my thick down coat instead of my much-thinner blue jeans, how many miles do you suppose I would have driven, trailing white thread behind me? And what do you suppose would have happened to the spool of thread which remained chez moi? Do you suppose it would have gone bouncing and ricocheting around my house, breaking everything in its path, as it unwound at 60 miles per hour?

Knitting Knews

Over the holidays I finished the Annoyingly Identical Opal Brazil socks.

The finished socks:

Proof of their thoroughly unintended yet mind-blowing sameness:

On a different subject, my last entry about my Denise needles prompted a few comments. I was particularly intrigued by Debra's comment that she's had trouble with her size 13s, the same size of needle I'm using. However, I switched to a never-before-used cord and the never-before-used size 13s just before the The Great Troubles began so I'm not sure if it's the cord or the needles. I suspect it's the cord because it looks as if one of the two "nubbies" that are supposed to lock into the needle seems smooshed. (I'm sure my adrenalin-fueled attempts at grinding the two pieces together so they would stick hasn't helped...) Let the record show, however, that I still swear by my Denise's! When you live your life "bi-houseally," as I do, it's great to be able to grab the small book-sized kit on your way out the door and know you have with you every size of needle from 5 to 15. It certainly helps with spur-of-the-moment swatching, and you don't find yourself constantly running to the LYS to buy "just one more" set of needles!

Posted by Ryan at January 5, 2004 11:00 AM