Saturday, January 26, 2008

Noro Porn!

It has been suggested (Stacey) that if I posted some yarn pictures, it might make my sporadicity more acceptable. Thus:

I have jumped on yet another bandwagon. Such a joiner. Such a follower.

eca told me to, so I did.

Noro sock yarn.

I plucked it out of the mailbox in the morning, then raced home after work to cast on a pair of socks.§

And realised I really, really need a scale to do that.

This isn't one of my, "No, I don't *want* it, I really NEED it" ploys to justify my superconsumer ways. It's the actual product of knitting two socks at once. See, with two socks at once, you must have two separate balls of yarn -- one for each sock.

I've tried to eyeball the yarn in the past. It worked OK with eBeth's Glittens because it was a 500-yard skein and the wiggle room could accommodate a restless whale. But this time, I didn't want to take a chance on 110 yards for one sock and 300 yards for the other.

[SUMMARY: Justifi-CA-tion!]

So I hopped back in the car,# headed for target, and got this,†† the least-understood of all the knitting tools.‡‡




And raced home§§ to find that the "100 grams, more or less" on the ball band actually translates to 91 grams, which seems like a really large margin of error to me, but it's Noro Kureyon sock yarn, I have a big, grand idea for it¶¶ and I just wound the shit up and headed down to cast on.##

Here are your glamour shots of the yarn and my progress so far:












I know the toes look like members of two entirely different socks. I trust that once I have two whole socks, they'll at least look related.

Go look at the yarn again and don't worry about it.

[SUMMARY: Yarn. It makes everything better.]

That should appease you masses††† until this deal closes at work.


FOOTNOTE (crossed): For someone who prides herself on her quirks, oddities and unique perspective, I sure give a good impression of not having an original thought in my head.

FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): If the myriad postal workers who service my box (BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!) only realised that bringing the good stuff in a timely fashion (OK, the innuendo is going to overwhelm me) would get me out there more often so they wouldn't have to cram my Oprah magazine into accordion pleats to get it in (*snort*), they may straighten out their perspective acts.

§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Don't tell my brother. I'm sure he thinks I should be working on his Arrrgyles, and I am, but... Noro! Sock yarn!

FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): I'm a little cockeyed, apparently. (heh. I said, "cock.")

#FOOTNOTE (pounded): It was 15 degrees, icy and snowing. That's dedication.

††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): And all kinds of good stuff for the Black Valentine prize package (heh. I said "package"). I think eca and Ally can attest I put a pretty good package together. And it isn't just for knitters -- oh, no. If a knitter wins (NOT just for knitters), that knitter will most certainly experience some sort of yarny goodness (trademark, Pam, the Yarn Goddess), but there are representatives of my favourite things and all the food groups that make me think of Valentine's Day: black, books, hearts, purple, skulls, voodoo, dark chocolate, blood, office supplies (I'll leave it to y'all to decide which are "favourites" and which are Valentines)... just sayin' it'll be worth the effort if you win. But to win, you have to enter. Hint, hint.

‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Or maybe I'm projecting.

§§FOOTNOTE (sushi swirls): Again.

¶¶FOOTNOTE (two socks at once!): Which I will share with you if it works.

##FOOTNOTE (pounded like the snow on a prairie night in Denver): And knew I had to cast on 32 stitches for each needle and managed to divide that in half and "finished" my increases after 16 stitches. Even I could see it was wrong, so I only knit a little way with the tiny little midget toe before frogging back and trying again. Still knitting, still a dork.

†††FOOTNOTE (cross cross cross): All seven of you.

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