New York Minknit

Sock-a-roni…the San Francisco treat!

The sock goes to visit Laughing Sal at the Musee Mecanique

The sock…ready to defeat terrorists!

The sock, in its relaxed vacation mode. “Man, I love hanging out here on the grass…smoking weed…” Kidding! No weed was smoked. But the sock looks relaxed, no?

Anyway, first sock is done!

Here is a snippet from a hilarious e-mail that a friend sent me:

Thought you find this “career advice” column very amusing. It was a source of humor
in my day. It’s called “Career advice for the unattractive.” Basically, it’s like
“you’re ugly – you’ll be passed over for promotions and be forced to date horrible
freaks like yourself. Here’s how to make the best of it: take a hobby, learn to
knit, volunteer to help old people…”

This was the link: http://biz.yahoo.com/special/allbiz052406_article1.html

In case you can’t tell, all my friends find me judgmental. Some find it more amusing than others. Seriously, this column is so funny. My favorite part is when it suggests that the reader is so ugly that he or she may wish to look into a job where he or she doesn’t have to work with other people! I’m not sure the average shrink would say this is good advice.

Off I go to observe hippies in their native habitat. But first, I must sleep.

I haven’t forgotten about the sock…here it is post-heel turning. The stockinette is real purty and smooth, albeit somewhat painful to knit on the size 1 needles. I think I have early-onset SSS (Second Sock Syndrome), hence my itch to start something new with that other yarn.

So it all began on Friday night, when I used a gift card given to me by Sarah to buy the sock book, Knit Socks! aka the book shaped like a sock. Apparently I was so sucked into my new excitement about a future of sock knitting that Adam came right up next to me and yet I totally didn’t see him and clutched the only copy available at Barnes and Noble and headed down on the escalator. I was like, don’t mess with me knitters! I have the only Knit Socks! book in the store! (Note that the book is called Knit Socks EXCLAMATION POINT! Excitement is clearly soon to come.)

Then, even though my co-worker generously gave me her needles, the sock book teaches you to use  a set of 5 double-pointed needles (DPNs), not 4 (she gave me a set of 4 clover bamboo needles), so I had to drag Adam to Purl Soho before dinner to get a set. (I dare not defy the instructions of a book with an exclamation point in its title.) I managed to squeeze in right before it closed.