Miscommunication

It's all my fault. It really is. I take full responsibility for all of it today.

It started with the sock. The conversation went like this:

me: oh i decided i didn't like your first sock on my needles anymore. so i cast on again

The Other Half: Sigh

me: it was the right length so i cast it off

TOH: I knew you would find some reason

His response, of course, is because I'd already ripped the sock back once, when I was just about done the foot. It was needed, that first time, and badly. I could have fit my foot and both my hands in it. I didn't realise, because the yarn was stretchy as well, until I put it on his foot for a sizing. He was thinking that it was going to be like his sweater: the never ending project/frog-fest.

At any rate, I was good, and instead of dragging it out I explained what "casting off" was, and he's seen the sock now and is happy. Don't know if it's the right size yet. It's not washed and blocked and it's been on my foot and that's just icky otherwise.

The next bit of miscommunication was with one of the Knitting Broads at work. I'd sent her this link when I took the in-progress shot of the sock that I posted on here so she could see it. That conversation kind of went like this:

(My recollection is hazy because I was too busy laughing)

Me: So what did you think of my blog?
Knitting Broad N: What blog?
Me: Didn't you get that link I e-mailed you the other day?
KBN: I clicked on that link you sent me. It was pretty cool.
Me: You didn't read it?
KBN: A bit. Was that where you got the pattern for the sock you're making?
Me: No... I sent it so you could see my sock.
KBN: Wait... That's yours?
Me: Yes. That's why I sent you the link. You didn't recognize it?
(We're both laughing at this point)

KBN thought it was odd that someone else was making what appeared to be the same sock that I was, in the same colour of yarn, even. The worst best funnier part of it (to me anyways) was that she said to herself, as she was reading it, "Wow, this sounds a lot like Adrienne. Maybe all knitters sound like that. Must be a community thing".

I'm coming clean. This instant. To avoid further miscommunication (as hilarious as the occurrences may be).

My first name is Adrienne. I'm AdrienneCMC on Ravelry. I'm Margaux here because that's what the M is for in CMC. It's a middle name; one of the three my parents blessed me with. I like it a lot and the spelling throws people for a loop. Apparently this is a pattern for me (hur hur, knitting puns). So, there's the link. There's the reason. Back to our regularly scheduled lack-of-picture blogging about knitting.

One sock down. One to go.

Here's hoping I don't get Second Sock Syndrome. I think I may be okay given that as soon as I cast off the first, I giddily cast on the second. (And am prepping to wind the ball properly for transport to and from work.)

I promise to be good and not swatch the other sock yarns hiding in my stash even though the Harmony needles showed up. Incidentally I have no idea how big four inches really is, isn't or "doesn't seem to be" in this case and am filing it away for a future splurge investment reasoning path: "But, honey, these needles really are too short for me to knit your socks with so I need these other three... or is that five? sets of needles. I don't want your widdle toesies to get cold, now. Do you?"

Solid logic, there, no?