Knit happens

I seem to suffer from my own version of Second Sock Syndrome. To better explain, I give you Exhibit A:




No, it's not an optical illusion. My first sock is quite a bit larger than the second. See how the color pools differently on the first?
When I brought them to show at knit group this morning, more than one person had the same query, "Oh, what happened?" My answer: "Knit happened." Apparently I'm in the habit of forgetting that I knit tighter and tighter as I go along. In fact, all of the three times I've ever knitted a pair of socks... one has been consistently smaller than the other. But it's been a long time since I've knitted my last pair of socks. So I forgot about my Second Sock Syndrome.

My friend Carol, the first recipient of my sock knitting, graciously assured me that her socks fit perfectly as she conveniently claimed to have one foot larger than the other. Hmmm.... I think I should have already known this fact about my friend of over a decade--- but I love her for making the allowance.

The hubby, who'd already seen me start over several times on this recent pair, tactfully suggested I move on. I tend to agree. My friends in knit group thought it would be a good idea to knit one more pair in the same yarn, one larger sock and one smaller sock instead of re-doing. Then I'll have two size-matched pairs. I think that will be a great solution!


Here are a couple pics Morgan took last weekend while we were waiting to be seated for Nathan's hip-hop dance recital at a local junior high school. Yep. I'm working on that second sock--- I thought I was just politely minding my own business but it happened that Saturday was actually World Wide Knit In Public Day. I wasn't even aware of WWKIP until later when I visited Susan's and Michele's blogs. I was just doing my usual thing and Morgan snapped away on her new camera because she thought I'd like some pics for my blog.
Ahh, those poor children of mine. They've been trained so well--- ;) And doesn't Colby look absolutely thrilled to be watching me knit? Hee! I don't think so. (P.S. That's Mike standing behind Colbs--- I think this is the first time his pic has been on the blog. Welcome to blogosphere, Honey!)


This reminds me of another time I was KIP (knitting in public). I was very excited to see The Holiday with a my friend Elisabeth and her daughter Emilie when the movie first came out a couple of years ago. In the years spanning our friendship, Elisabeth's daughter has gone from being our kids' babysitter as a highschooler to graduating from college and becoming a young professional in high-tech. Even with our age difference, Emilie had always been interested in my opinions on Girl Stuff: fashion, decorating, entertaining, crafting. We'd crafted and lunched together on several occasions and I was always so validated and gratified by having her teenaged stamp of approval. And later, her young adult approval continued to make me feel very cool, like a cool mom, even.
Long story short: our movie started, I pulled out a blanket that I'd been working on for some time, (it was probably not the most portable project I could have chosen to bring) Emilie caught sight of me and my mammoth white fuzzy throw and asked incredulously, "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to finish knitting this, Silly."
That was it: The moment I went from 'cool adult' to completely and utterly uncool 'older-type-person.' Lesson learned. Crafting is one thing--- but CIP is another thing entirely. Apparently.

Fortunately, Emilie and I are still friends. And I'm very glad of this. My coolness just wasn't meant to last, and I'm okay with it.

Because sometimes, knit like that just happens. ;)