There I was, dear reader, quivering with anticipation.
'Take a deep breath', I told myself, 'pull up your big boy socks, count to ten and walk through the door.'
"Do you have any double pointed needles?"
Yes.
The time that my Mother genuinely warned me about is here.
I am knitting with the devil.
Most mothers worry about their sons doing drugs, mine worries about me knitting out of my depth. It says a lot.
I've started a pair of socks on 4 needles, and looking at the pattern, i feel like it's written in Greek, Latin and Mandarin.
But first, a little context as to how i found myself in this quandary.
It started, as all great tales tend to start, on a night before Christmas. (A night, not THE night).
I was late night Christmas shopping, when this happened.
'Take a deep breath', I told myself, 'pull up your big boy socks, count to ten and walk through the door.'
"Do you have any double pointed needles?"
Yes.
The time that my Mother genuinely warned me about is here.
I am knitting with the devil.
Most mothers worry about their sons doing drugs, mine worries about me knitting out of my depth. It says a lot.
I've started a pair of socks on 4 needles, and looking at the pattern, i feel like it's written in Greek, Latin and Mandarin.
But first, a little context as to how i found myself in this quandary.
It started, as all great tales tend to start, on a night before Christmas. (A night, not THE night).
I was late night Christmas shopping, when this happened.
No more Christmas presents were bought that night.
Only presents for me.
Wool presents. For me. Nobody else.
One of which, I picked up in a Christmas-shopping-mince-pie fuelled frenzy, thought "i have to have THIS", popped it in my basket and quickly paid for it before my better judgement could intervene.
I then got home and realised the label was in German. I think.
I don't speak German, or whatever language it is.
"Bother!" I said to myself. (I didn't, i was slightly more colourful, but because my mum reads this lets pretend i do talk like Winnie the Pooh.)
One trip to Ravelry later and i had the label decoded. There are some clever people out there. I am not one of them.
Then several trips to Youtube to figure out casting on 4 needles (It's witchcraft).
Then a pint of coffee.
And we were on our way...
Only presents for me.
Wool presents. For me. Nobody else.
One of which, I picked up in a Christmas-shopping-mince-pie fuelled frenzy, thought "i have to have THIS", popped it in my basket and quickly paid for it before my better judgement could intervene.
I then got home and realised the label was in German. I think.
I don't speak German, or whatever language it is.
"Bother!" I said to myself. (I didn't, i was slightly more colourful, but because my mum reads this lets pretend i do talk like Winnie the Pooh.)
One trip to Ravelry later and i had the label decoded. There are some clever people out there. I am not one of them.
Then several trips to Youtube to figure out casting on 4 needles (It's witchcraft).
Then a pint of coffee.
And we were on our way...
So far... no tears.
I'm saving those till i get to the heel and want to cry into a bottle of gin whilst spending an entire weekend reading Ravelry forums.
I'll let you know how it goes!
I'm saving those till i get to the heel and want to cry into a bottle of gin whilst spending an entire weekend reading Ravelry forums.
I'll let you know how it goes!