Last weekend when I was cleaning out every space in my house and sorting things and generally causing a ruckus because I couldn’t knit, I decided that my circs. needed a better home.


So, I decided that they should go in a TARDIS. This will make even more sense when I tell you it matches the room. So, a TARDIS cookie jar was ordered from thinkgeek.com and now I am the proud owner of a TARDIS circular needle holder.


…..and guess what?

It lights up and makes noise just like the real thing! Now, if I just had a Time Lord, I’d be able to skip a couple of days to when I can knit.

I accomplished quite a bit with my recent spring cleaning episode. Then, I was knitting along in the evenings as per my usual M.O.
July 4th, I took a break to go tubing with The Husband. Once we got back, I was opening some meat to defrost it when I cut the tip of my left middle finger. A little while later, we decided I did not need stiches, so after it stopped bleeding, The Husband put Neosporin and a 3M adhesive strip on it and we called it good. The next day, I went to the doctor to get a Tetanus shot and he bandaged it up like a mummy…

…which was good because him saying it was a little tender was a gross understatement. Mad props to the dr. for doing this; it provided the cushion needed to keep me (and those around me) sane.
The interesting part of my doctor’s visit was him assuming for one hot minute that I’d had a Tetanus shot recently. Evidently, I seem like the kind of person that gets into scrapes enough to be current on my Tetanus. I wonder what made him think that? Was it my confidence in knowing I hadn’t cut myself enough to need stitches? Was it TH’s lovely 3M adhesive strip/Neosporin job? I shall assume it was one of those.

Either way. No knitting for several days.

Ps. There was a permanent note on the doctor’s door telling people “In case of emergency, call 911.” Sound advice for sure.

So, I had a week left in a Knit A Long and only needed to finish my second Chrysanthemum sock by the end of June. “No problem!” I thought to myself as I cast on Sunday June 24th. But, I couldn’t seem to cast on the right number of provisional cast-on stitches to save my life. “No worries, I still have plenty of time. The first sock was a quick knit.”

Monday night I tried again….for several hours. No dice. “HOW was the first one so much easier?!?”

Tuesday night, I decided I was not going to finish the sock in time for the knit along, but I darn well was going to have a working provisional cast-on with the right barking number of stitches before I went to sleep…and so it was that the crocheted provisional cast-on became a life-saver.

I’d used the looped version before because knittinghelp.com says that’s what one uses for a provisional cast-on. Despite the fact that I felt like I was admitting defeat by switching methods, I’ve never been more grateful that I know how to crochet. I finished the picot edging on Wednesday night and then I put that sock in time out and decided this was the universe’s way of telling me to catch up on some housework I’d been neglecting in favor of knitting.

So, I took a couple of days off and did some spring cleaning….in June.