Thank goodness for socks

Kandahar

I almost forgot the type of brain melt that goes along with moving. And when I say "forgot" what I really mean is "blacked out". No matter how hard you try to focus and tell yourself "this is going to be OK. I am more organized than I was before" it still is enormously stressful. 

Don't get me wrong, our cross country road trip was amazing. My husband and I took full advantage of seeing as many things as we could. (HELLO, Grand Canyon. You Amaze Me.) We impressed ourselves with both our ability to get along in a car for 10 days and how "easy" it really seemed driving hours on end in a 24 hour period. (I really should stop and thank the people who designed cruise control. I do not know what I would have done without you!)

Of course, we both knew with a cross country move there had to be a snag somewhere. I am ever so thankful that snag wasn't in the form a flat tire in the middle of nowhere USA.

When we finally pulled into our driveway and gave our moving company a call to see where in transit our stuff was you'd imagine our surprise when they said it hadn't left the dock. (insert Snag.) Apparently we were a part of an "unprecedented" surge of people moving out of CA. So much so that our moving company evidently shipped trucks via train to deal with the demand.

Kandahar

So there we were in a house with nothing in it. We half joked about pitching our tent in our backyard but decided that was not how we wanted to introduce ourselves to our neighbors.

We decided to stay with friends. The generosity that was put forth from them was overwhelming. We had no worries but the date of our furinture arrival.

While not having our stuff for a little over two weeks was a little frustrating it truly wasn't the end of the world. But since I am human I did have my freak outs. Dudes, I had so many knitting plans! I was going to finish that sweater I keep talking about finishing. There was a Christmas stocking I promised someone. I wanted to do a stash bust sale! My poor yarn was sitting on a dock in CA!

Thank goodness for socks. A perfect pattern for the over occupied mind.

Kandahar

The pattern is called Kanhahar from the book Socktopus by Alice Yu. There is some errata which she lists on Ravelry so if you decided to do this pair check it out there first. The yarn is from Little Red Bicycle in Sidewalk Chalk. 

As of today we're 99.5% unpacked. And yes, I found all my yarn.

April In Review

April in Review

This was the first month that I have made knitting my "day job".  It's been really fun to be able to concentrate on knit blogging and I hope you've all enjoyed following along! 

Looking forward to one knitty filled May! (Project Spectrum begins! Woop!)

Never bet a man who knits

Ribbing

I should have just taken my needles out at that moment and casted on. 

We were sitting outside of one of our favorite bars in Hoboken, O'Neill's, on a lovely summer afternoon watching "Lebron-gate".  The total absurdity of this decision-show was entertainment enough but when he finally revealed that he was going to the Miami Heat was when things started to get interesting.

"Oh, you know what that means!!" I said to David over confidently (as drinking several glasses of wine tends to do to my level of psyche). I also speak with my hands so imagine me flailing them around, too.

"What?"

"Pat Riley is SOOOO coming out of retirement to coach this dream team!!  Just you wait."

"Oh really."

"Hell Yea! He wouldn't want to miss the chance to take over and claim credit. DEF-FIN-NIT-LEE!!"

"Wanna make a bet?"

"Absolutely! Dude, you are going down!"*

"Uh huh, ok."

What a Heel!

I should have known better.  For starters David is a man who seems to know more about everything than I do about one thing. A man whose last name has even been turned into a verb because when you want to find something out instead of going online you can call him and "Kluugle it."  Then there's me.  I know things like how many gigawatts Dr. Brown needs to send the Dolrean back in time to 1955. (It's one point twenty one.) And all the words to "Part of that World" in the Little Mermaid. (What is a fire and why does it… what's the word… Buuuurrn!)

Somewhere in his vast knowledge he apparently had access to Pat Riley's psyche or perhaps had once read the operations manual of the Miami Heat and KNEW that this simply wasn't going to happen.  

Fast Forward to today – it's the Playoffs. The Big 3 are playing and Mr. Riley is no where near court side. Sure, while it seems that he is never going to be a Head Coach again I did enjoy some confirmation from my favorite show, PTI. "My Boys", Tony Kornheiser and Mike Wilbon hinted that my idea wasn't ALL that far fetched but still, it didn't happen. I should consider knitting them both hats for just backing up my logic.

Now some of you may notice that "Lebron-gate" was ohhh I dunno last summer? And yes I haven't finished those socks yet. I'm greatful David doesn't employ hit men to collect because I would be The Guy  a few bucks short. Just give me More Time!!

David's Sock

I tried employing the Fibonnoci Sequence for the stripes in this sock.  Really it's not a sequence at all it's just me knitting at random using Fib's numbers 1, 2, 3, 5, and 8 for the row count for each stripe.David would inform you that it's neither Fibonnoci or a Sequence just plan random.  Well it's all Fibonnoci to me!

David, by the way, is a prolific knitter and has always amazed me with his creations. Where I think "hat" he thinks "hat based on the principles of fractal geometry put forth by Benoit Mandelbrot." Oh, Ok. What amazes me most of all is that his hats are so unique and when he gets a compliment he is likely to just shrug shoulders and simply say "thanks."

adam hat

David is blogless but you can find more of his wonderful knitted creations on Ravelry as dklueger.

My lesson in all of this?  Never make a bet with David and stick to the blackjack tables. 

*trust me these events happened in real time (I even I reenacted them to my husband who can attest to my craziness)