Thursday, December 31, 2009

The End of the Decade

Originally uploaded by gidgetknits
That sounds a little ominous, but slightly less so when you have new pink socks!

I love my Pink Geek socks! Perfect for curling up with Hellboy and working on my next sock project. Seriously, the older I get, the geekier I get. I told a friend the other week that I was going to be a little old lady, wrapped in hand knitted shawls and socks, wearing my bright pink Converse sneakers, rockin' up to the comic book shop: "Is the new Hellboy in yet?" I'm looking forward to it! I have absolutely no trouble with getting older. Perhaps because I've always been surrounded by brilliant little old ladies who showed me how it should be done!

The socks were a dream to make though - easy to read pattern, lots of fun in the bobbles and lace. I did order some yellow yarn that I'm hoping will make a follow up pair with. Is it just me, or is good yellow sock yarn a little trickier to find?

VCM has started on her first socks, too. A brown pair for Papa. When quizzed on the recipient, she smiled, "well, of course. He gets the practice pair and when I get good, I make myself some!" Can't argue with that.

Anyway, bring on the pigs of Sylvester! (Those in Austria will know what I mean!)

1 comment:

Tom Degan's Daily Rant said...

Nice socks, Gidget....

I can remember exactly where I was when this awful decade came into being. Believe it or not, when I rang in the new year on January 1, 2000, not only was I stone-cold sober - I was at church! My then-girlfriend and I attended a special midnight mass at the local Catholic church to welcome in, not only a new decade, but a new century and a new millennium. I remember feeling filled with optimism. By entering this new era, I felt, we could wipe the slate clean. Maybe this would be a new age of peace, love, brother and sisterhood. EVERYBODY SING!

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius!
Age of Aquarius!

How utterly naive on my part, huh? By year's end, all of that hope was out the window and into the toilet. In December of 2000, an ideologically perverted Supreme Court would assist in a stolen election by stopping the vote count in the state of Florida, installing a corrupt little frat boy with the I.Q. of a half-eaten box of Milk Duds as president of the United States. It was all downhill from that moment on. From the birth of "Reality Television" to the worst attack on American soil since the Civil War, it was quite a strange ten years to say the least. Thankfully this awful decade is a mere three days away from being forever consigned to history's scrap heap. Hallelujah.

Tom Degan