As Promised

It would be an understatement to say that my first attempt at this sock did not end well. So I decided that, rather than take another stab at the Sky Sockitecture from New Pathways for Sock Knitters, I would go with a more traditional heel flap sock.

I’ve been mucking around in toe-up-short-row-heel socks for so long, that I’d forgotten how that magical moment when your tube-with-a-flap becomes a sock can literally take your breath away with its simple elegance.


Comment contests are made of awesome.

Over the course of this contest I received roughly 70 comments, taking my comment total to 1,123. And let me tell you, comments really do make the effort of blogging worth it. I mean, I know I’ve got some readers out there thanks to Word Press’ stats trackers, but comments keep blogging from feeling like I’m standing in a vast and empty warehouse talking to myself. So, say hello to your favorite bloggers every now and then. You’ll make their day. Thanks again to everyone who reads my blog, and thanks for the comments. I loves them. They are my precious.

And now, without any further ado, I present your contest winner, Rima! Congratulations! Rima is a very funny lady who’s been reading and commenting on my blog for a while. As far as I can tell, she’s one of the first bloggers to add my blog to her blogroll, which was (and continutes to be) an enormous compliment. Back in the beginning of September, she posted one of the funniest blog posts I’ve ever read. Rima, you have one week to contact me via email (or Ravelry PM would be fine, too) so I can get your address and send you your prize.

Tomorrow: Knitting content. (Yes, I really still do knit.)

off topic

Yup, I’m a communist.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking over the last couple of weeks. I’ve listened to a lot (and I mean a lot) of NPR and have been reading a lot of wiki pages, et al., and I have come to what I believe is a reasonable conclusion. Seriously people, what the fuck is up with basing the entire world economy on debt? Debt and hedging? Debt, hedging, and speculation? Debt, hedging, speculation, and something called credit default swaps? Who the fuck decided it would be a good idea to run the global economy like it was some sort of sleazy casino? And quite frankly, I am morally offended that a scant handful of arrant idiots are able to affect how much money the rest of us have.

</end rant>

3 am Epiphany · nanowrimo


Here is the first in the series of NaNoWriMo training posts I agreed to do with my TAS during the month of October. Tea Leaves, and Dale-Harriet signed up too, so go check them out!


It was very nearly dawn by the time Soren arrived back at his lab, the eastern sky a pale pinkish yellow capped by an inky starry blue. He stood for a moment at the top of his hill, looking out over the darkened city. The twinkling lights of the street lamps and the office buildings were gone, as was the usual traffic noise. The hum of a busy city getting ready for work now silenced forever. All was still. Peaceful. Orderly. A stiff breeze tugged at his thick dark hair, whipping it wildly about his head, and he inhaled deeply, savoring the early fall scent of leaves and grass carried upon it. Not even a winging bird disturbed the perfect tranquility of this moment. His moment. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket to guard against the chill and, feeling the object nestled inside, smiled, smugly satisfied. He had known it would work, his calculations precise, his craftsmanship superb. Still, having successfully tested it on this scale was its own vindication.

He took the keys from his pocket and turned to the door of his lab. Now his real work could begin. As he slid the key into the lock, a familiar shiver of pleasure ran over him. Time seemed to stretch out and he felt as though he were one with the mechanism. He was the key, moving each tumbler into its proper place. And then, quivering, he felt the click as the key yielded to the gentle pressure and twist of his hand. Sighing softly, he pushed open the door.

In one motion, he switched on the lights and stuffed the keys back into his pocket before turning to close and lock the door behind him. He leaned against the door, gathering his thoughts, before turning to face what he knew the chaos that still awaited him here.

Naturally the lab smelled nothing like it usually did—of ozone and cleanliness and order, of sterile scientific instruments, precisely and systematically arranged, every object in its place, waiting patiently for his return. No. Of course this morning the smell of human sweat hung heavy in the air. Sweat and blood. His breath caught. He had nearly forgotten about the blood. Given what had happened here last night, he was surprised the stench of blood wasn’t heavier. It was then that the full force of what had happened struck him.

Mostly, the lab was a tumbled mess of shattered glass and stainless steel instruments, but there were a few objects untouched by the frenzied chaos endured only hours ago. Here, a lab chair upturned on a melted lump of plastic and metal that probably had been his computer. There, a jar of formaldehyde that contained a preserved fetal cat, untouched by the apparent violence surrounding it. One might think he’d placed the jar there just now had it not been for the destruction that blocked the way.

The blood, mixing with other spilled liquids, ran down toward the industrial drain in the center of the room and had become a morbid dark and thickened rivulet. Unwilling, Soren’s eyes followed the stream to its source.

Their struggle had been epic in a way, evidenced by the massive damage done to the lab. But in the end, it was his own super-strength that Soren was able to use against him. Soren had only to step aside as the man, desperate to save the city, unwittingly threw himself onto the rebar that had popped from the concrete wall during the fray. The force of the fool’s momentum backed by his super-strength had driven it completely through the left eye socket and out the back of his head, pinning him to the wall like a mounted trophy, killing him instantly.

Soren picked his way over to the lifeless body of the fallen hero, standing for a moment so closely his nose nearly touched the man’s cheek. He fought the bile rising in his throat. “No hard feelings, man,” Soren said to him, a low growl. “I just had to show them I was right.” Then, he took the keys out of his pocket and dropped them to the floor at his feet. This lab was no longer large enough for his needs. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, running his thumb over the object within. Then he made is way back to the door and quietly left.

Doozer · Whiskers on Wednesday

Whiskers on Wednesday

Doozer does not appear to care for these WoW portrait sessions.

(face biting to commence in 5…. 4…. 3….)



The 80’s rule! This was my favorite video and song back in the day and now someone has gone and made it all make sense. Now if I can just find my swatch watches and friendship bracelets, I’ll be all set! (Thanks again, buzzfeed!)



I does dem.

(You’re looking at a sock with a circumference of 12″ around the heel/arch.)


And really, who isn’t?

Whereas I am a comment whore and

Whereas I have received more than 1000 comments since this blog’s inception and

Whereas I am immensely grateful for every comment I get and

Whereas I am declaring today Knitting Interrupted’s official Delurk Day,

I am happy to announce a comment contest!

Say hello via comment by 10/13 at 11:59. You’ll be entered into a random drawing for this lovely skein of Yarn Pirate in the June Bug colorway.

(from the Booty Club)

Every comment I’ve ever received on all posts since January 22, 2007 will be entered into the drawing, so if you’ve never commented before, now’s your chance. Anonymous comments and those from family will not be eligible (sorry Mom and TAS). I will select the winner by random integer generation and make every good-faith attempt to notify by email, as well as make the announcement in a blog post on 10/14/2008 at 9 am. Winner will have one week to claim the prize. After one week, I will draw a new winner.

Thanks to all my regular readers, and those that pass through.


How I Purl

Part two in a series. This is how I purl.


How I Knit

All the cool kids are posting videos showing how they knit, purl, crochet, and spin. Even though I’m not one of the cool kids, I thought I’d jump on in anyway. This is how I knit.