hook me up

I persevered during a raging head cold, Stitches West and the grand opening of IKEA. Can I get moment of silence?. . . My husband loves them. If the truth be told, I think that he loves that I made something for him. The socks are o.k. but given that he’s the nice guy that he is, I think they pale to the fact that I gave him something made just for him by me.

It has been such a feeling of solidarity to participate with all of the other Fiber Olympians. I am of the opinion that it really doesn’t matter if everyone finished. What matters is the experience, the effort, support and encourage that was universal among all who participated. That makes us all winners of the Gold! Congratulations everyone.

Despite the odds, my raging head cold and my husband’s large feet: I CAST ON. I’ve been training in preparation (though not for this) for some time. The nay sayers (namely my grandmother) doubted that a “died in the wool” crocheter could master the throw. They were partially correct. I don’t throw, I proudly and quite quickly pick. I have to admit that I got a little goose bumpy when I cast on, just thinking about all of the other lunatics around the world who were doing the same. Check out the frapper map.

I’ll updat this with progress photos as I go:

I asked him if ankle socks would be o.k. He said, no.