I Love You Glenna C.

I really do.

No really – I mean it!

Not that I know you – but that makes no difference.  I love you.

You see, you have so made my life better in such a selfless way that I really had no choice.

For those of you not sitting in my office to understand what spurred this unconditional outpouring of love, let me just say that I am currently working on the socks from hell.  Not that they are particularly difficult to make – anymore than any other project that requires you to knit with very fine yarn on elongated toothpicks – FIVE elongated toothpicks! – AND a cable needle – and because the yarn is so fine it will take literally FOREVER to knit the seven inches I have to knit before I even get to the heel – of the FIRST SOCK – AAAAANNNDD the pattern throws in a cable stitch every four stitches (there’s 84 stitches in a round so that’s 14 cable stitches per each teeny tiny round) so add a cable needle to the mix and I am soooooo a grumpy knitter here today.

And I don’t want to be a grumpy knitter because I want to be able to knit socks – knee socks to be exact (see yesterday’s post) and I don’t want to infuse these socks with grumpiness because they are being made for my beloved husband – but after almost stabbing myself in the throat with the toothpicks when picking up one of the toothpicks that had fallen out of the knitting onto the floor because I was racing the old beagle who has already eaten two of my wooden cable needles during this process (I finally bought a metal one – Hah Ladybug!!), and then, when switching needles, pulled out the wrong one and spent an hour trying to get the loops back on the needle in the proper order with the correct twists for the 14 cables – I’m grumpy.

And then came Glenna C.  Glenna, whose blog can be found under http://crazyknittinglady.wordpress.com/  who so graciously posted some wonderful video instructions on how to knit cables without a cable needle.  She did not see my pain and yet she must have sensed it – must have known that somewhere out there someone was considering just cashing it all in – just going out and buying socks, or thinking of just guilting her sister into making her more socks.  Glenna C. knew and, without so much of a request for repayment, put her videos out into the blogosphere as if to say “Here Shel – here’s why you never saw Gram with a cable needle – she did it this way – and it’s easy . . .”.

Yes, I love you Glenna C.  And I am going to finish this sock. 

I’ll have to get back to you, however, on if I am going to make the second one.