Mmm...fried pork chop.

Well, immediately after I announced that I've been working a lot on Seascape, we went on vacation, and Seascape is not good travel knittin' so it's been several days since I worked on Seascape.

We used to live in Columbia, South Carolina, and this week we went back for the first time since we moved away. What a great trip! We visited friends, and went to the zoo, and drove around a lot yelling things like "Oh my God, the WalMart is a Hobby Lobby now!" And we ate at Lizard's Thicket. I had the mashed potatoes and the collard greens and the fried pork chop and the cardiac infarction. (Ha! I kid. I also had coleslaw, which totally counteracts the health hazards of fried meat. Really!)

I took a small amount of yarn with me, and eventually started a sock.


This is a Nutkin, in Cervinia Calzetteria, a lovely Italian superwash wool/nylon blend, in these gorgeous autumn colors.

Yesterday, exhausted and trapped in the van on a rainy morning in the mountains of North Carolina, I started this sock, using the recommended cuff - Knit 5 rounds, purl 1 round, knit 5 more rounds, fold over and knit the cast-on row together with the next round - and immediately knit the first two rounds of the pattern incorrectly. I was starting the third round when I thought, "You know, this just doesn't look right," and thank goodness I paid attention to myself, because I only had to unknit two rounds. And then, halfway through the first pattern repeat, I thought, "I'm not sure I like this," but I kept knitting. And then, after we got home, and discovered that the cats had broken the cookie jar and two coffee mugs while we were gone, I took a good long look at the little bit of sock in my hand and decided two things:

1. I did like the pattern.
2. But I didn't like the cuff.

The second issue totally overrode the first, and I frogged the whole thing, but it was okay because then I got to use my ballwinder, and last night I started over, and now I have a cuff (K2P2 rib) that I like and a pattern that I like, which surely will result in a sock that I like.

Now I have to go pet my kitties, and tell them it was very naughty to break my Bicentennial mug (do they think those things grow on trees, or what? Sheesh), but that I appreciate their not eating any of my yarn.