I met Crazy Aunt Purl! I brought the green purse I made to carry at my brother's wedding to show her. (I ripped off her "magic scarf" pattern and made a purse out of it instead.) She said I have perfect tension. Can you see me glowing?
Mama and Papa Purl were there, along with Brother Purl and Uncle Skip and a bunch of other people who were obviously friends and family. Mama was wearing the shirt. I'd planned to say hello, but was attacked by a case of the shy's. There were just too many of them. I was just glad I managed to talk to Laurie without stuttering or falling over. She liked my purse! Did I mention that? Also, she said porn. Although only to the group at large, not to me personally. Which is probably just as well. Lord only knows what I would have said back.
I started my first sock last night. And then I had to rip it all out and start over. First of all, the ribbing at the top was flabby. I can't take flabby ribbing. Second, I somehow got the stitches screwed up. There were supposed to be 14 stitches on two of the needles and 12 stitches on the third needle. I pulled it out to work on while waiting for the reading to start, and discovered that somehow two stitches from the 12 needle jumped onto one of the 14 needles. And twisted. And dropped stitches. Honest to god, I've never seen anything like it. Of course, I haven't been knitting long, but still. It was bizarre. I tried ripping back to before the dropped stitches, but I ended up with twisted stitches and it just didn't look right. Plus, I had those flabby ribs sneering at me. So the whole thing had to go. I've started over now, and believe me those ribs are washboard. If only my stomach looked so good.