Another Hallmark Holiday under the knitting belt.
My Dad LOVED his socks!
(Please forgive the awful indoor sepia effect. It was later in the evening).
As you can see, they were a perfect fit. Another successful sock using The Twisted Sisters Sock Workbook Measurement/Gauge chart.
I have to say, discovering the secret to perfect sock fit is what triggered my sock obsession. I now have everyone's foot measurements -- much to their dismay.
Seriously. I've been harassing everyone I know to take off their shoes and let me fondle their feet for some tape measure fun. I do this in coffee shops, parking lots and bookstores -- pretty much anywhere anyone will let me.
Can you say Sock Fetish?
Speaking of recording measurements, I've been playing around all weekend with knitting-related organization of the paperless kind and am planning a series of posts about this very topic all week -- partly to inform and partly to record my mania.
I'm on a mission, people! (Either that, or I've completely gone off the deep end with my obsessive tendencies).
On a sort-of-related-to-knitting note, I was headed downstairs to show Granny some sock progress, only to walk into a heated discussion between her and Grandpa. Butter knives were flailing from butter tubs, voices were at high decibles and doors were being closed loudly.
I asked her what was going on and, apparently, Grandpa is in a jealous rage over her backyard conversations with the 60 year-old man who is painting their house. I guess Grandma likes to stretch her legs every-so-often and offer the guys some lemonade and cookies (COOKIES people! Can Granny be any cuter?).
Grandma is EIGHTY-FIVE and Grandpa is EIGHTY-SEVEN.
How is this related to knitting, you ask? Apparently, Granny was out there showing off my knitted wares and proudly going on about me and my cousins. I guess she hung out there longer than Grandpa liked. Hehehe. He accused her of flirting in a very loud way, they argued, and she's been mad ever since.
Grandpa tried to make nice-nice this morning by offering to go to Church with her, but Grandma politely declined.
Apprently, she is still pissed.
See, it just goes to show how something as innocent as knitting can lead to marital strife. And this time, it had nothing to do with bloated stashes! :-)