As a dyed-in-the-wool homo, it's not often I get the urge to smooch a girl. But tonight I finished the Kitchener stitch on the second toe of the second sock, thereby joining the Ancient and Honorable Company of Sock Knitters. If Charlene Schurch were within lip distance I'd be all over her like a Lee Ann on a bag of alpaca.
My first pair of socks. Is there any pair quite like the first pair? They're not going to cause a fuss at the county fair, but they fit and I like them.
Yarn: Regia Blahblahblahblah (I lost the ball band). It's part wool and part polyamory or something like that.
Needles: US size 1 dpns
Pattern: Garter Rib from Charlene Schurch's Sensational Knitted Socks. Charlene, I love you! Albeit in my own queer way! You're fabulous! I'm going to dress as you for Halloween!
Ted gave me Charlene's book, so I guess I oughta kiss him, too. Pucker up, kid.
Another Mean Kitty
I've redrawn the cat and the ball of yarn and put it in the shop on lots of stuff, along with a caption I feel is both true and appropriate.
It's pure coincidence that the latest two designs both feature evil cats. Do not send letters calling me a cat hater. Send those to Rita Rudner, who once said she considered them to be "a waste of fur."
Heh heh. Rita, I'll kiss you too, if you want.
Oh hell, kisses for everybody.