Self-Imposed Sock Knitting Club

Stephanie Pearl-McPhee has the most clever ideas. Last year she invented a sock club for herself, and at the end of 2010 she had 12 new pairs of socks that were (and this is the best part) all made from yarns and patterns that she herself chose, so she was sure to like them. (Or if she didn't, there was no one to blame but herself, and there is some satisfaction to be garnered even from that.)

So, in the spirit of band-wagon jumping—if you have a bandwagon, odds are good I will jump on it...I'm just that way—I've decided to follow suit in 2011. Not being nearly as prolific as Stephanie, (and my current sock production looking something like "exactly zero socks every month") I've decided, in the words of Eddie Izzard, to scale it back a bit.


I now have six neat little packets that include sock yarns that have languished in my stash since forever, paired with patterns that are all a wee bit more complicated than my standard sock recipe. Good times.

I draw the first kit on Saturday, and will be back with pictures and reports of progress.

P.S. Don't forget that February is for Finishing. I haven't.

P.P.S. March is for Making Mates. So there is still some hope for all of the pairs of socks that I started in 2009 and 2010 that didn't get finished.

This Way to Harlot Town

A grand time was had by all*

She is as funny, smart and adorable in person as she is on her blog.

My best Jess (who is now enjoying some fame and notoriety in the blogosphere) brought our beloved Harlot a lovely drawing of the reproductive parts of a butterfly, Whosiheimerus somethingorotheri. She (the Harlot) was delighted, and immediately began to practice her game face. She was making plans to show it to Joe and when he asked, nonchalantly answer, "Why Joe, it's the reproductive parts of a butterfly. Obviously." I think that she was, if I am using the word correctly, chuffed.

Anyways, I got my books signed (whee!) had my picture taken while we held each other's socks, and then went out for Sushi after.



By the by, I cast on that sock that she's holding earlier that same morning. I have mad skillz. Just sayin'. And yes, I did crop myself out of that picture. It was a bad picture of me. Really.

Alot.

It is worth noting at this point that I hate Sushi. So, the fact that I ate four or five or six pieces off of everyone else's plates exclaiming "Damn, that was good!" should clearly be overlooked as aberrant behavior brought on by close proximity to her Harloty Self.

*In the spirit of full disclosure I feel that I should report that the grand time had by Koren's husband was spent in the Manga section ignoring the doings of knitters. But even so.

Harlot Tonight!

No time to blog about how I haven't had time to blog.


The Harlot will be in Nashville tonight, and I (and many friends) will be there to see her!

(And, of course, I can't find my copy of Knitting Rules...which is my favorite of her books.)