heads down, thumbs up

It became painfully clear to me - as I am "just living" and quite possibly a lesbian-in-secret about to leave my boring straight life behind for one that involves following my true love to Germany, and have been carrying my phone around like my mother, waiting crazy-eyed for just the slightest bit of text messaging attention, and am having so little luck in being inspired to write something of substance - that I need a hobby. Also, Robin is making me. No, like literally holding a pair of stainless steel size 15 needles at my throat, making me do this. She can be pretty scary.

So here I am, again, knit-blogging and this, quite frankly, is my quest for a pair. Of socks.

In January, I decided I'd knit my first pair. "Oooo, something fun and new and fantastic!" Only it was not fun and new and fantastic after the nine thousandth round of solid knit stitches and I gave up. I managed to finish off one sock and half of another before working up the desire to stab my eyes out with all five of my size 2 needles.

The Neverending Story: Misadventures in the Swamp of Sock Sadness.

But I've been inspired. To knit again. To finish a whole PAIR of (much more fancier) socks. So I pulled the needles out of my half-sock and marked my place with yarn, for another (very desperate) day, unable to rip back the torturous memories of knitting those meager six inches.

Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street! I've got plans for you, my pretty!

I bought this yarn in January too, for myself, because I liked it and was hoping to knit myself a pair after the first pair, which may one day be for my brother. My plan is this pattern from knitty.com, as per Robin's suggestion. I really want to make these, but I figure I should not be too hasty and should start somewhere. Also, everything I make can't be Harry Potter-esque.

Slytherin Diagon Alley scarf. For the Yule Ball.