I’m still working on the green sock for my husband, but progress has slowed to a crawl. Something more important has come up.
You know it’s bad when the child who swears she never sleeps (and only a few people can prove her wrong on that), leaves the dining room table to fall asleep on the couch sitting up. She has a confirmed case of strep throat. The part of the day that I didn’t spend in Urgent Care or waiting for our perscription to be filled, was spent cuddled on the couch trying to get her to drink something.
I did sneak in some knitting time over the last week though. I knit a bit at the Tall Ships booth (and was able to talk about the blog a bit) and was able to knit while walking around Treasure Adventure. Something was wrong with me yesterday though. I started working on the heel flap while at Treasure Adventure. It must have been the high heat and humidity, because I ripped out the heel flap once only to discover that I had dropped a stitch (while trying to pick up stitches while walking). So I ripped it out again. The third time was a charm once I figured out how to actually turn a heel. Don’t ask me how many times I’ve successfully turned a heel in the past. And please don’t ask me how I managed to turn the heel on the first sock because obviously I didn’t have 2 brain cells to rub together at that point. Clearly I needed to be hydrating with what the Renaissance Fair vendors were drinking because water just wasn’t cutting it. Now that I’m chugging along the gusset decreases, I just hope my yardage will hold out.