I’ve got myself another case of the wintertime blahs. It’s cold and damp, with the occasional sunny afternoon just to tease me. Looming deadlines at work are making me nervous, and I can’t seem to get enough of the right kind of sleep. I’m starting to take it personally.
The way I see it, I’ve got a choice here: I can either slip into a lovely case of self-pity and depression, or I can bootstrap my way out of it by doing things which have a history of perking me up.
I get annoyed with myself when I indulge in self-pity, and I simply have no time for depression just now… so I’ve taken myself down to my favorite pub for lunch. The nice waiter just delivered a pint of stout, my sandwich will be here in a few minutes, and I’m looking out the window at a sunny day. I can do this. Bootstraps are a good thing to have.
I finished the Socks to Ruin My Eyes this weekend, once I decided how long they should be. They were both the same length at the time, so I ran lifelines on them. I knit the toe on one sock, and then for the other I knit another pattern repeat before I did the toe.
I knew going in that this approach would mean knitting three toes for two socks, but I figured it would be worth it if I ended up with the fit I wanted. I ended up going with the shorter sock, the option on the right. The lace opens up just a little bit more, and I preferred the look.
So, I ripped the longer sock back to the proper length and knit the third toe. The toes have been grafted, but I somehow managed to screw one of them up badly enough that there’s a sizeable hole along the graft. I’m going to have to pick it out and do it again. Honestly, you’d think I’d never Kitchenered before…
What the heck, I’m going to call these done.
OK, now I think it’s time to take a walk in the sunshine. It’s a rare enough thing this time of year that I ought not just watch it through the window.