Okay, I haven’t been blogging much lately. I haven’t been knitting much lately either. Work has been very demanding, more so than ever before, and other unfortunate events have also occurred.
Since I’m not ready to talk much about the unfortunate events, I might as well not talk about work either. Nonetheless, these are my excuses for not doing much blogging or knitting.
Here is what hubby got for his birthday from his bro’ in Chicago:

How cute are these?!?!?!?!?!
Two demitasse cup sets with his name on them:

They cracked me up!! I LOVE pottery of all kinds, and I have a fairly largish collection of fairly largish coffee mugs. Most of which are still in boxes because we have room for either books or pottery on the shelves, and hubby chose books. Well, we both did, actually.
So it pretty much cracked me up that his bro’ sent more pottery, which can be the bane of hubby’s existence, because I have pottery on every surface of the house. Yuk, yuk, ha ha!! I have more pottery than yarn if that is to be believed. And since I am admitting it, you should believe it.
Anyway, these cute little cups are from a place in Chicago that sells stuff salvaged from hotels and restaurants, and these babies had hubby’s name on them, so of course, bro’-in-law grabbed ‘em.
Alright, now that we had a chuckle about that, here is something un-chuckable: the complete and utter lack of progress on the MCow socks for Sock Madness.
Last week I had this:

Close-up:

I did NOT dig these holes in the right side of the heel:

So of course I frogged:

Then I reworked the heel and got to this point:

But let me tell you, these things are SO NOT going to fit me or ANYONE I know. Wah, wah, wah!!!!!
Look, this sock is nine inches in circumference around the ribbing, a bit wider, a small bit, around the leg, and the same small bit wider on the foot. The green thing you see sticking up out of the cuff is my Ban deodorant. Not exactly the largest circular vessel in my house. Certainly nothing compared to my tree-trunk-like legs. Okay, so it’s not gripping the Ban deodorant like a vise; there is some stretchability going on here. But not to a size 10.
Alright, so the toes on the mock foot aren't so Flintstone-like. My toes are. Flat stubs across the top so my foot looks almost like a rectangle. But hey. At least they give hubby some fodder for jokes, and a tune to play on the guitar.
I doubt my smallest framed niece can get this on her foot. My youngest niece is around 10 or 11 years old and has a size 8 foot. My smallest framed niece is 23 years old or so, and she also has a size 8 foot. I’m fairly confident she won’t grow any more, but I don’t think this will fit her. And although the 10 year old kid will grow a lot more, I don’t think it will fit her either even though she is way younger.
What to do, what to do? I KNEW I should have cast on more stitches at the get-go and went up a needle size. Grrrrrrr, grrrrrrr, grrrrrrr!!!!
I am going to end up frogging the whole damn thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Which is why this sock will continue to be a WIP, sitting alone and forlorn on my dinning room table, on top of a mock foot instead of warmly covering my cold piggies until I can decide WHAT. TO. DO!!! :-(
This is just too bad because the pattern is so darn cute, and I do really dig these colors, and I think this yarn might be pretty sturdy and long wearing even if it's not the softest yarn I ever felt.







































