I knit these socks in, May? I think… Maybe I started them even earlier. Clearly I photographed them when the bleeding heart in my garden ran rampant.
The yarn is some Mountain Colors that I’ve had stashed, possibly for a decade. The pattern, well, I didn’t really have one. Just some ribbing, some stockinette, a heel flap, foot, and my favorite toe decreases.
The point of these socks was to have something to knit at the movies. And in a conference. Both places where I don’t want to be reading a pattern. And they fit that bill perfectly.
Sadly, they are not my favorite socks. I mean, they’re my only pair of hand knit socks currently. So in that way they’re my favorites. But they don’t fit quite right.
For plain socks I usually knit 2×2 ribbing, or a slip stitch pattern. But so many knitters knit plain stockinette socks. I figured, how bad could they be?
Well maybe my calf is too wide, or my heel too pointy, but whatever the cause these things slip down my legs and wad up in my boots if I walk very much. They’re lazy socks. So I mostly just wear them to bed. Or when I know my whole day will be spent sitting at my desk in the office.
I suppose even lazy socks have their uses.
(lookit that, a Ravelry page. Socks were knit in April and May. Yarn has been in my stash since 2011.)
It’s not all sadness around here. Only a couple of days after Jake died I realized that I did not want time to grieve. I needed a new dog. I firmly believe in rescuing dogs. I wanted one that was no longer a young puppy, but still young enough to easily train and have a long life with us.
I figured I needed to start looking now, because finding all this in a rescue dog that’s also good with cats and kids would take time. Right?
Wrong! I found Foxy through the rescue No Greater Love. They foster their dogs in homes in Alabama and transport them up once the pup has been chosen by a family.
It felt like a bit of a risk welcoming a dog I’d never met into my home. But the people at the rescue agency were wonderful about communication, answering questions, and helping me feel sure that Foxy was just the right dog for us.
I wanted to rename her Mae (after the astronaut Mae Jemison) but Windsor really liked Foxy, so we’re compromising with the name Foxy-mae. She’s somewhere between 6 months and a year old. And no one knows her back story. She’s very shy, but already starting to warm up to us. We have small victories every day, like her walking in and outside on her leash on her own.
And she’s already mastered the selfie. Good girl Foxy-mae!
I’ve been putting off this post for two weeks. SO much denial.
The world is a colder place without your big goofy smile and happy heart in it.
You were always an excited wiggly boy. They said you’d calm down when you were older, maybe 6? Boy were they wrong.
I loved your energy and happiness. I didn’t always love your stealing food off people’s plates. But that was just part of who you were.
And you were so good with the babies.
So, soo good.
We all miss you, and always will.