Fiber Therapy.

Pinky knits tooLast night my sister…I’ll call her Pinky…came over so she, along with my husband and I, could go eat at our favorite Thai restaurant.  After driving 20+ miles, we arrived to find it closed and dark with no sign or note as to the reason.  Since it was getting late and we were hungry, we ate at a local Mexian restaurant.  After being brought the wrong food and trying to request the right dish through a language barrier, and then trying to explain in very simple English how to split a check, we came back home.  By then it was definately time for some knitting therapy to help us vent our unsatisfied craving frustrations.  (I am not hormonal, honest.)  Pinky was working on a red scarf from her very own handspun wool.  It is her first skein of handspun yarn, and it feels very soft and luxurious.

Since I finished the first of the Ugly Socks, I decided to start the second while I was still motivated to finish.  (I have had several one-sock wonders because I will get bored before the second sock is finished.  They are still waiting to be finished.)  I like the stripes on my socks to match, but after pulling out half of the yarn that was left scarf therapyI gave up trying to find a matching place to start the second one.  I rewound my ball and cast on…then frogged it because it does not match up to the first sock.  Then I decided I should not really care, so I cast on again.  After knitting about 10 rounds, I again frogged it because I just do not have the heart to knit it when I know it will bother me the whole time that it does not match the first one.  (Honestly, I do not think I am hormonal.  I will concede that I may be a bit too detail oriented, though.  Or maybe I just need some coffee….)  So…for a day, at least…the ugly sock will be a one-sock wonder.  Needing something to knit, I then went to my stash and picked out a mostly whole ball of Crystal Palace Kid Merino and cast on for a cocoon lace scarf.  It was a good bit of therapy – until I made a mistake and the mohair became knotted.  I was unable to frog it, so I cut it off and started again.  Now I am frustration-free (finally) and making progress.  Who needs a shrink?


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