Sunday, June 17, 2007

Oow.

This is my first real knitting pain, besides all those sore fingertips when I was a tender-skinned youngster making a never-ending ecru scarf. I finished the socks for my dad this afternoon and wove in the ends with a few minutes to go. He liked them, but he really didn't have any choice. Even more important, they fit, thank goodness. I don't have any pictures. My sister was literally waiting at the door for me to finish with the ends, so. You'll have to imagine two big striped socks in a fairly shitty yarn that I was just glad to get out of the house.

And my wrist was fine! It was basically three days of off-and-on knitting, and then I got cocky. This, as we know, is bad. Before I knew it, it was Saturday and I had to start and finish a sock by Sunday morning. Oh dear. But I did it. It was hard, I was tired, I took a break to celebrate my sister coming back from a six-month job on a cruise ship, and then back to the sock. It finished, Janis was happy, the world was smiling and shiny.

Then I went to my uncle's for additional Father's Day/Grandfather's Birthday celebrations. I knit a little more, on my Baby Surprise Jacket this time, I helped my fourteen-year old cousin tune his guitar, I played said guitar for a bit to show him that, yes, I know like, six chords and you can definitely learn more than I can (I prefer Guitar Hero to real live guitar these days anyway). And my right wrist started killing me! Out of nowhere!

So my first marathon gift knitting results in my first real knitting pain. One day, I'll remember this. And never make socks out of a shitty acrylic/cotton blend again.

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