Like the blogging, the knitting has been somewhat slow. Last time I checked in I had set my monkey free, and was trolling for patterns. Why does the word trolling make me feel dirty? Like patterns is really a synonym for hookers or smack? I dunno. Does anyone do anything legit when they troll? I mean I've heard of trollers, the fishing boat kind, but now that even seems tainted in my head. Like hey, we're trolling for mahi mahi, and a piece of ass.
Anywho, I was looking for a pattern and decided on going with Charlene Schurch's chevron pattern in Sensational Knitted Socks. Initially I decided to go with this because I actually own the book and it seemed like a good idea to use a pattern in a book I've purchased instead of another freebie on the internet because if the freebies are so great, why am I buying books? But that aspect of my psychosis can be saved for another time. In the meantime, my socks. In the time that it took me to get my butt to the blogosphere this I went from this:*
Oh sweet progress, how I love thou. Also, I love the pattern. So easy and quick, assuming you actually sit down and knit. This is shaping up to be a great project to knit, and if I can just turn some heels (wouldn't that be nice if the boss lady left early today and I could close my door and knit in oblivion for an hour or two?), the socks would be done in a flash. Which is good, assuming I can get it done because hello, my name is South Park Slacker and I have done squat in the knitting-socks-for-my-sockapalooza-pal department. Eeek!
I have narrowed down my yarn choices to two. One was stashed and waiting for a project and the other was purchased for my sockapalooza pal but I still like the first one so I am undecided.
Thoughts? Remember, my only guidance is, "I like everything, especially bright colors." I've also narrowed down my pattern choices to ... yah, back to where I started. I have my notes on how I was going to modify the monkeys to make them bigger, so maybe I'll stick with that.
*The first "progress" shot on the left implies that I was magic looping these socks. I was not. At least not on purpose. Apparently my tolerance for the wine is so low that if someone next to me drinks it, I muck up my knitting.