Inspired by acornbud at our last SnB meeting, I made a trip to Yarn and Friends this weekend to pick up some Patons Kroy sock yarn. I normally gravitate toward solid muted earth tones, but I was determined to find something festive and fun with true Socktoberfest spirit this time. And what could be more fun than Tutti Frutti??!! A wop boppa loobop a womp bam boom! (Sorry, I couldn't resist.)
This knit up in about a night and a half on size 3 dpns, top-down. Although I'm tempted to keep this (soon-to-be) pair for myself, Tutti Frutti is destined to be a gift for a friend. This was my first time working with self-patterning sock yarn- what a revelation! Sure, all-stockinette- all-the-time can be boring, but you can't beat it for a quick and gratifying knit. I just cast-on for the second sock, so I'm curious to see whether they will be identical or fraternal twins. On a serious sock-knitting side-note, I'm very interested in giving the toe-up method a try again...I've used Wendy's Toe-Up pattern, and I must have done something wrong, because instead of getting a beautiful seamless toe, I wound up with an ugly wonky ridge down the center of the back and front. If anyone can offer some insight as to what I might be doing wrong, I'd be very grateful.
By now you all know what deprived souls my poor kids are. No Tutti Frutti ice cream, no additives, no preservatives, no fun. In spite of my last post alluding to my sadistic tendencies, even their Blueberry Waffles are of the distinctly weird variety. No wheat, no gluten, no eggs. I'm not sure they even really qualify as waffles, honestly. It's not like I set out looking for weird food. As a concerned consumer, all I ask for is a non-processed, mostly-organic, low-sugar, low-salt, non-peanut/peanut related product. How weird is that, really? (Just so you know, I can see all the head-shaking.) I'm nervous that they're going to wind up being the ostracized freaky kids at school, raving about their tofu burger and soy milk lunches.
In light of their freaky upbringing, they go bonkers at the prospect of a birthday party. Bossy Boots will dance around in a little circle, singing, "cake and ice cream, cake and ice cream!" at the top of his zebra lungs. Lately, even Sister Stinky, all of 19 months old, has been chiming in. At the birthday party we attended recently, one of the moms asked the kids if they were ready for cake and ice cream and a very jubilant Stinky screamed, "Yay!!!" This from a little girl who has about ten words in her vocabulary. Of course this garnered an immediate raised-eyebrow see -what- happens- when- you -deprive -your -kids look from the other moms. I smiled sweetly and re-directed their attention to the birthday boy's older sister, who was gleefully gorging herself on half the frosting from the full sheet birthday cake. I'm betting the soy burger path didn't seem like such a bad idea at the moment.