It'll have to be for Dave.

It was a triumphant moment, peppered with requests as usual that I tear away and a) let in the dog and b) check out the boys' TTD (Total Techno Domination) surgery log from their latest victim, a stuffed tiger (they don't actually tear the thing apart, so there's that) and c) deal with the cat who suddenly began wiping itself all over my leg. But the victory? The victory is this:

Sometimes when that which freaks a gal out, sure it's something really hard to do, it's a bit menacing to head into the heart of that something and... do it. I'm referring to the toe of this sock. This huge sock that there is no way I would even wear it for bed. Looks a bit.. bunchy, doesn't it. That's because it's made for a foot several sizes larger than mine. I thought I measured my foot according to the pattern, but apparently I didn't. I am hoping nobody even dare say the word, that "g" word (okay - gauge) to me regarding this. At least it isn't pink and I don't/won't have to frog it so it can be used. Blue is a good guy color. Meanwhile I will loyally knit the second sock and be done with it. I will then officially have knit my first pair of socks and that will make me, in the world of knitters, a true sock knitter. I do like the portability of these. Certainly they are quicker to knit than a shawl or a massive thing like the Juliet I finished (and refuse to wear because it itches) over the winter. Besides, they do have a menacing quality that hadn't occurred to me before I took my son Digs to get his eyeglasses. All those little sticks with pointy ends freak people out. People are less apt to mess with you if you're knitting socks.

On a happy note, the weather is beautiful. I have no headache. I have plenty to do (of course) and nobody has been angry or intense or anything today. Peaceful days are to be treasured.