Crafty Girly

I have become inspired by Abigail’s recent post about Wee Tiny Socks (W.T. Socks for short). I received a tiny sock blocker and pattern a while back as part of one of the many swaps I’ve been a part of, and I just got inspired to knit one yesterday.

Then one led to two…

And I think a third and fourth may follow. Actually, what I was truly thinking was that I was going to take some of the fiber I’ve spun and use it to make these as a marker of my spinning progress. What upsets me though is that in my search for information on these little socks, I came to find out there was a swap for them and I completely missed it by a month. I would have LOVED to have been a part of it but, as the title suggests, that’s what happens when you’re too busy.

This Wee Tiny Sock thing can be really addicting. I started the first sock late last night and finished it about an hour and a half after I started it because it’s one of those knit where you think, “ok, I finished this repeat, let me get to the next challenge. That wasn’t so bad, let me get to the next” and before you know it it’s 2am and you’re knitting this itty bitty little sock while you’re man is sound asleep next to you. Actually, it was a most pathetic sight to have seen me last night.

Imagine this: It’s 11pm, you’re laying in bed, you have 3 knitting magazines, 2 knitting books and various leftover sock yarns strewn about the bed with no man in sight. Just my cat laying at the foot of my bed watching me as if I was a crazy woman who would just die if I didn’t read everything I had just gotten yesterday while knitting at the same time. I had received two Spin-Off magazines in the mail yesterday, and I had also gotten some books at Barnes & Nobles along with the Twisted Sister Sock book that I had found and was going crazy looking for.

My boyfriend happened to be out last night at a meeting for his hobby, and I came to the realization that this knitting/spinning thing has really become an obsession with me, which leads me to wonder what is truly at the root of my obsession, or is it just because I happened to pick up the funniest most depressing book in the whole world yesterday. I finally picked up Crazy Aunt Purl’s book “Drunk Divorced and Covered in Cat Hair” and O.M.G.! I’m about 20 chapters in (mind you I bought it during my lunch hour yesterday) and I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, but most of all I’ve related to just about every single word she wrote. It’s an amazing book, and not really so much about knitting, although that does have a big role to play in her ordeal, but it has a lot to do with what she went through due to the divorce, the coping, and the healing. It’s truly an amazing book, and I would recommend it for any woman in her 30’s who seem to be going through an early mid-life crisis of sorts.