Sock Machine Round-Up

Over the past two weeks, I’ve been trying to get back to learning how to use my NZAK Circular Sock Machine.

Or, as Marin refers to it “The Evil Sock Machine”.

Since I failed at my attempts to use the ribber attachment, I’ve decided that I’m going to perfect attempt making heels.

Stop laughing, Jess. Remember you’re only a 3-ish hour drive away and I still might show up on your doorstep with CSM parts hanging from my arms.

Last weekend it took 4 attempts to get close

Shadowy area at the right is a heel "cup"

which progressed to this

Oh, come ON. You see the start of a heel, right? RIGHT??

Fast forward, kinda, thru a week of knitting with Jane

the trip to Dad’s, an AWESOME day at bowling (games of 172-180-231), working and other minor distractions

You workin'?

When I want lap, I want lap. PEH! on that evil machine.

to Saturday’s small accomplishment of

She ain't pretty....she's my heeeeel.

and my first attempt Sunday

and I live to crank another day.

Pocket Picker

Last week’s trip to Dad’s was spent going thru the coat closet with Mom’s friend, ML.

We didn’t finish going thru the closet but I came home with a few coats for myself.  Most of them went into a St. Mary’s bag.  This wonderful church has been the recipient of over a dozen bags of Mom’s clothes, for the sole reason that they were the ONLY place that would come and pick them up from the house, with no minimum.

I remember this closet as being the one that you would hang up a coat and shut the door, really fast.  It has one of those hanger holders on the door and so many coats that, if you got really good at it, you could give those coats a push to the right and before they swung back, you slammed the door.  Success was having no coat sleeves hanging out of the door, once closed.  If there were sleeves, you had to do it again.

Mom liked all kinds of coats but her favorite (and mine) were bombers and hoodies.  She bought large sizes so she didn’t feel restricted. She also loved coats with inside pockets. She had long coats, shorts coats, coats just for dog shows – warm raincoats and the like, just in case the weather was bad – animal print coats, leather coats.  Now I’m getting Forrest Gump flashbacks.

Every coat we’d pull out, we had to ask each other “Hers or His?”.  You couldn’t tell from the size BUT if you reached into a pocket and came out with a tissue or a paperclip and, in special instances, a tissue AND a paperclip, you knew it was Mom’s coat.  It made a tough job a little easier when we could chuckle at the calls of “Paper clip…it’s hers.”, and “Oh, look.  A TISSUE! What a surprise!”.

I don’t do the “tissue thing” but I’m well on my way with paperclips.

What’s in YOUR pockets?

A Most Important Post

Go visit Kim and give her some hugs.

That’s all.  Now GO!

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