Sunday, September 03, 2006
Proof that I Don't Sock
That was a pun, get it? I don't suck, because I have figured out how to knit socks. On double pointed needles. For those of you who don't knit, double pointed needles are these terribly scary looking things with a sharp point on each end; a sock being knit looks a lot like a medieval torture device. I had a fear of those things for a long time, plus knitting in the round. I got over that fear because I am avoiding an acrylic shawl I said I'd make for my grandmother.

My father's birthday is coming up, and like most dads, he's got everything he could ever need or want. So, figuring out a gift is no easy feet (ha, another pun). One day, Dad and I were on the phone.
"You still knitting like an old lady?" Dad asked.
"Yes, Dad. It's relaxing. Besides, I often think about Grandma when I knit,"(My dad's mom was something of a savant knitter and crocheter).
"Well, sure, I guess that makes sense. Knit socks yet?" Dad asked.
"No, double pointed needles scare me. But maybe one day I'll knit you a pair."
"That'd be nice. Just watch the heel. Turning the heel can be tough."

He was right. Turning the heel CAN be tough, and thanks to Grandma, Dad knew that. That's why I hope he'll appreciate these.

They are going to be ginormous on him; they are becoming the Grinch socks. They are made of one hundred percent wool and they will shrink once he washes them in a machine, which is why I must tell him: "Don't wash these unless you have absolutely horribly smelly feet and even then, wash them in the sink." Of course, this will make the socks obsolete; he will wear them once and then realize they are far too thick and heavy for daily life and he will place them in the back of his sock drawer along with those other misbegotten gifts I have given over the years. Nonetheless, there they are. Green Grinch socks for Dad.
Doesn't it look like something out of Aliens? However, this wool is really delicious to knit--it reminds me of rustic days and log cabins. I hope my Dad will wear them once before a roaring fire, and sip hot chocolate on a cold day, and remember how his mother used to knit for him, as well. Posted by Picasa
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