Here is Francie.
This is a pattern that’s been in my Ravelry queue forever; I wanted to knit it as soon as I saw it, but I never quite got around to it. And I wanted to knit it not just because the name came from one of my favorite books, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, but also because of this:
It takes a certain mindset to want to knit socks. They are time-consuming, not often noticeable when you are wearing them, and much more expensive than store-bought socks. This is even more the case when the most striking part of the sock is on the bottom of the foot, but come on – these are SO COOL.
Some details: the pattern is Francie, and I used Auracania Ranco yarn on size 1 needles. I modified deliberately by substituting an eye-of-partridge heel for the columns of slipped stitches called for in the pattern, and I modified accidentally by getting completely lost. As I worked down the foot I came to a point where I had the wrong number of stitches, the wrong arrangement of stitches, and a sock that was very close to becoming far too long for my foot. I still have no idea what I did wrong, and I am not the type of knitter to spend a lot of time figuring it out. Instead, I made up a toe that decreased pretty quickly, jotting down what I was doing as I went.
If I’m lucky, I’ll be able to reproduce both the mistake and the solution on the second sock. But I’m still a little grumpy about it, so I’m not casting on the second sock yet. I’m casting on this sock, because the yarn is a pretty color.
Yay for being the boss of my own knitting!
(*Note: The title of this post comes from a very informative and funny (no, really) YouTube video that I highly recommend, should the unfortunate situation ever arise.)
It is, at last, the beginning of the summer. As a teacher, I, of course, LOVE the summer. (Yes, I also love teaching, but let’s be honest: vacations are awesome.) This summer is even more welcome than most, because the week preceding it was about the most horrible week of the entire school year.
My daughter brought home a very special present from preschool, and if you read the title of this post, I bet you can guess what it was. I had been in the habit of looking at her scalp already, because at the age of five she STILL had cradle cap, and I spotted all these little brown things clinging to the hairs. There may have been a little bit of denial at first, but it didn’t take much time or Googling before I accepted what I was seeing. (FYI, Googling “head lice” might give you nightmares.)
The past two weeks have combined correcting final exams and packing up my classroom with dousing my daughter’s head with olive oil (which really works) and poisonous shampoo (which doesn’t). I have learned that the secret to getting rid of lice is that you have to be prepared to spend a lot of time picking through hair and washing laundry. A LOT of time. And I’ve got to say, my daughter was incredibly cooperative. Getting to watch Disney movies one after the other during the combing-out process may have contributed to that, but still.
My good little sport.
The rest of the summer’s got to be better, right?
WordPress suggests I should delete their introductory post, and give my new post a new title. But I like the title “Hello world!” so I’m keeping it.
I’m a little surprised to find myself blogging again. Sometimes it felt like work, which is maybe a little crazy, but mostly it felt good to connect with whomever might be reading, to “meet” new people, and to write down words. As a kid I loved writing, and though I ended up going in another direction I’m still a fan of words.
So here they are, the first of many words I’d like to share.