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Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Twenty-six Dollar Socks

It's practically winter, which means that it's cool enough for me to knit in earnest. Knitting with wool makes my palms hot and sweaty, which is why I have to wait for cool weather before taking it up again. I have this boring-to-knit shawl still on the go...


... and started a pair of socks with my seemingly interminable stash of green sock yarn, which I got on sale 2 years ago when my LYS closed down. Socks are a convenient, relatively fast project, which is good as my hands are cramping - probably from not knitting over the summer - so I have to take frequent breaks.

I finished one green sock, when I longed to try a more colourful, less scratchy, higher quality wool. A popular knitting blog recommended Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sock, which is not widely available in Canada. Instead, I picked up a skein of Fleece Artist. It was twenty-six dollars, which for me, a thrifty knitter like my mom, is expensive.


I knit up one sock and have started the other. The yarn has a smooth, luxurious feel, which makes me want to knit longer, but I still feel guilty about making up a twenty-six dollar pair of socks!


Something I never feel guilty about is spending money on books. Growing up, my parents were extremely stingy, but never when it came to books. Nor did they ever judge the books - you could buy a book filled with nothing but artistic photography, and that was okay.
Here's what I'm reading now.


The Penelopiad was okay. I love Atwood, but this one is not, in my opinion, a keeper.
Memoirs of a Geisha is, so far, more interesting than I thought it would be. I guess I'm reading this in case I ever see the movie - I always like to scan the original first.
The Hawking book - well, it was cheap at Costco, which is why I picked it up. Same with the Wayson Choy novel. Last month I got three Sedaris books at Costco (Naked, Me Talk Pretty One Day, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim), and they were good reads, so I thought I'd try my luck again.
I read Akira, volume 1 before the summer, so now I'm following up with volume 2. In this case, I saw the movie long before I read the original, but the manga was not yet translated then, or even available in North America.
I bought Joe Sacco's graphic novels (some reviewers call them, "comix-journalism") about Sarajevo and Palestine in January. I just hadn't gotten around to reading them until now.