Giant Sucking Noise

About a year and a half ago, I bought a pair of Clover wooden 10 1/2 DPNs. Before this, I was firmly on the cheap metal needle bandwagon and I only got the Clovers because I had some chunky yarn that I wanted to knit up NOW (or rather, THEN) and I couldn't find metal ones that size. And they were awesome. They were everything people say about wooden needles: warm in my hands, and the knitting flew.

The only problem? Somewhere in my vicinity there is a giant black hole that only eats wooden 10 1/2 DPNs. My sock yarn that's been sitting for two years? Still there, begging to be knit (but that's a different problem). My collection of crochet hooks? All there, even the teeny thread crochet ones. My gauges and tape measures and seam rippers? All present and accounted for. The size 00 needles? A little bent, but otherwise intact. My nice wooden 10 1/2 DPNs? Gone gone gone.

Seriously. I've bought three more packages of those suckers, plus made some out of dowels I found in the garage once when I was feeling particularly desperate. Probably 30 needles. I am currently in possesion of 3 of them, and oneof them has been chewed on, presumably by one of Mom's pets.

Grah.

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EPIC FAIL

Epic fail is: -Deciding that you're going to get a present finished on time, dammit, and cast on a pair of socks for Lil Sis's birthday two weeks in advance.

-Knitting your /ass/ off, spending hours deciphering the fiddly cable pattern, going back and correcting countless dropped stitches, miscrossed cables, and other fun anomalies.

-Spending the entire weekend before Lil Sis' birthday celebration knitting, getting so close you can taste it.

-Finding out that it's time to get to the restaurant, and you've got this:






See that? That is one inch. ONE INCH.

So bitter was my defeat, when I informed Lil Sis that she'd get them next weekend, at the birthday celebration with Dad. So vile was my hatred, when I got teased at my inability to finish projects on time. So tender was my satisfaction when I finished up the toe the next day and danced around the house with them in my hands. And so firm is my resolve that from now on, Lil Sis can make her own damn socks.

Finished Jenny's b-day present. We're not celebrating Jenny's birthday on Dad's side until Saturday, so I shall wait to post pictures because I know she reads this. Hi Jenny! *waves*

Now I'm back to Katrina's stockings. I'm up to this line: "work in Patt 3 until piece measures 1 inch less than the length of your heel to your calf muscle."

*blink*

I'm a bit confuzzled. And I can't try on the stockings myself to see where the increases should go because I'm all short and stubby and Katrina is not. I dunno. Maybe I'll wing it. It's a lacy stocking pattern made out of elasticized cotton, how bad could it be?