prettiness

Would you look at this beautiful sock? It's pretty, right? When I started the ribbing I thought, this seems a bit snug. When I counted I discovered 66 stitches rather than the 72 I started with. I know I had 72 at the heel, since I counted them then. Do you see the mistake on the second picture? See how the stockinette rows get awfully thin towards the top? I forgot several yarn overs, causing a reduction in stitches.

If the sock was loose enough, I may have been able to live with it, (that's a lie), but since the mistake seriously messes with the fit (as in, you can't pull it over your ankle), it has to be ripped back. Damn it all, this is supposed to be gift socks for Hanni, who is moving back to Germany on Saturday. Saturday is in 4 days. I haven't even cast on for sock number two. I fail.




Would you look at this beautiful wheel? And that is mister Husband's legs and ratty jeans in the corner. I really have no idea how to spin. I can apparently not figure out a several hundred year old craft by myself. I'm a bit afraid to just crazily go for it, due to that rusty rusty orifice, see it? Is the flyer salvageable? I really don't know how to clean the rust off without damaging the wood.



Would you look at this beautiful cat? His name is Bruce. I image Bruce yarn all the time. Clearly I am nuts. Oh, and if there was any doubt, I'm seriously, officially a Knitter, since I actually bought storage just for the yarn. Yup, this is the point of no return.