Sock progress

Half-finished entrelac socks
Originally uploaded by knitjoknit

This is what an entrelac sock looks like after it's been ripped out five times to get the fit exactly right. None of this "a couple of more rows until it hits my ankle" business when you're working in tiers.

Because she will gripe and complain otherwise, let's give credit where credit is due: It was Jo Minor's idea to knit the Eunny Jang entrelac socks using two colors of Trekking XXL (in my case, my stash had a pink-purple and a blue-purple) instead of Koigu.

I happen to love entrelac, and this is one of three in-progress entrelac projects I have going at the moment. Yes, I have startitis.

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Oh, and here's something you don't hear every day:

Strange man in coffee shop: "Hi, do I know you? You look really familiar, and you're looking at me like you know me, too."

Me (who, for the record, was just smiling because he was smiling at me, which is generally my reaction to people who stare at me while I knit in public): "I don't know; people say I look familiar all the time. Where are you from?"

SMICS: "North Central Kansas."

Jo Minor: "I've only heard one other person call it that - my boyfriend!"

(discussion ensues about all the podunk Kansas landmarks that he grew up with and she recognizes, all the while my eyes cross)

Me: "... I'm from Oklahoma."

SMICS: "Oh, well, that whole state is podunk. Ha! Anyway, nice to meet you, my name is Chris..." (offers handshake)

Me (shaking hand): "Hi, Chris, I'm Joanna."

Jo Minor: (also shaking hand): "Hi, I'm Johanna."

Chris (making The Face That People Make When they Get Introduced to Us): "Wow. You're Joanna, and you're Johanna, and you're knitting. Make sure you don't wear floral dresses before you're 40."

He walks away. I cannot help but laugh, thinking that's the most amusing unsolicited insult I've heard in awhile.

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Confidential to someone who I am 90% sure will never read this blog:

I am sorry. And I have foot-in-mouth disease. And I am really, really sorry.

Turn of phrase

Spouse, mid-road trip
Originally uploaded by sonnetstitches

As I said earlier, I've been uploading old pictures like a fiend. Spouse was not fond of this one.

Spouse: "Wow, I look like I was riding the slow train on this one."

Me: ".....??"

Me, a second later: "... do you mean, the short bus?"

Spouse: "Yeah, I meant that."

Just keep swimming. . .

The spouse and I left the house at 8 a.m. Spouse came home at 9 p.m. and I came home at 10:30 p.m. The master bathroom: Full of standing water. The living room wall: sporting a not-so-attractive waterfall.

I have no idea -- where the water is coming from or what caused it. Right now the water is shut off, and our residential contract people are Calling Around to find us a plumber.

Home ownership. Yay.

On another note, I've been occupying myself moving years worth of pictures from photobucket and my hard drive to flickr and loosely organizing them into sets and collections. It's by location (mostly) and date (sort of), with some relatively uninspired captions. It's mostly friends-only access, because there are freaks out there (behold recent post about "sock picture" flickr groups...). So, if you're a friend, think you might be in some of my pictures, or are just bored and nosy, give me a heads up and I will add you after a thorough background check (or at least a quiz about knitting or proper use of semicolons).

The easiest way to tell the Jos apart. . .

tasty mayo
Originally uploaded by knitjoknit

... is that I would never, ever, even in jest do anything that might accidentally result in mayonnaise (gack) going anywhere near my tastebuds.

*shudder* I've seen pictures of infected bedsores that filled me with less loathing.

Ew.

(But, Amber, at least the ketchup bottle is still on the table and not in her other hand and also pointed straight at her mouth in a pose suggesting the Unholy Union of Incompatible Condiments.)

Open sock, insert foot

Swirly-ribbed trekking socks
Originally uploaded by sonnetstitches

Aren't these socks even more fabulous when being modeled?? I'm so glad they fit. It is scary making socks for someone who is not me, especially these socks because they were already ripped out once, and it is a relief to see the socks on the woman and have them look roughly the same shape.

Plus, her feet are all adorable and proportionate and stuff, whereas I have the long bony monkey toes that make me a dubious sock model at best. :)