Oh the joy of starting a new project. It's like having new clothes, a new hair cut, new toys, a new pad of paper... a new project.
As if I expect this to be a long-term relationship or something. heh
Things are coming along with the socks. And yet, no picture. Well, it's only about two inches. Let me make a little more progress. Maybe tomorrow or over the weekend I'll post a picture. My 13yo son (Benny) was amazed by the progress I made while we sat together chatting on my bed before he went to his room for the night.
You know those silly mistakes you make when you're tired? I started trying to learn to knit socks after midnight - something silly had to be going on. I started following a pattern that wasn't the one I got the materials for. It was a 4-needle pattern. I started, though, with just three needles. After all, I don't know what I'm doing - and flying by the seat of my pants here, I didn't know you were supposed to use another needle to knit onto. I figured this out during row three. That, I believe, was the last row I did last night. And yet, through the k1 p1 ribbing, I ended up with the same number of stitches I started with. A true miracle.
Tonight I picked up the needles with new eyes. And realized I had been using the wrong pattern. By the grace of God (there's no other way to explain it) the pattern I was supposed to be using (simple beginner sock) had the same number of stitches (56) as the one I began with (ribbed ankle sock). And then I realized... oh, the first pattern was a 4-needle pattern. This one is a 5-needle pattern. Thank goodness I bought two packs of DPNs. hehe
And DPNs. I thought the 4-needle pattern was like wrestling an octopus. This 5-needle pattern just makes it appear that I'm knitting a bird nest. It's crazy looking. I'm sure someone watching would think I'm playing with a weird toy that's supposed to be very intellectually stimulating. heh I think that's about right. So I divided the stitches evenly among four needles, knit onto the fifth needle, and things are coming along just fine. I dare say quickly. Surely my mother would have already finished one sock. heh Or maybe I'm a better knitter than I thought. I've taught myself how to wrestle five DPNs at a time (how have I kept from poking my eye out?). I can do anything.
This has been an exciting day for so many reasons. I have so many bloggish things to write about and so little time. So many ideas floating around in my head.
The biggest reason for today's excitement (no, it's not sock-related) is that I helped someone in a big way... or guided someone else to do the real helping, I should say.
In December 2004 there was a house fire in our small town. Of six people in the house, three died: the step-father, the 5th grade son, and the boy's friend who was staying over for the night. The surviving mother and two daughters moved into a small rental house next door to me just before Christmas. I didn't know who it was and because of the holidays (travel) and recent illness (allergies and bronchitis) I hadn't met them yet. My children came home from school when things started up again after New Years and told me who the new neighbors are. It was a pleasant surprise to learn that they are living next door, and I felt badly that I hadn't been over to meet the mother.
Last night the older daughter who goes to junior high with my two oldest kids came over to have dinner with us and watch a movie. The children showed her where the shelf was with DVDs and said to pick one that she would like to watch. She leaned down then stood up and said, "I can't see them. My glasses were in the house when it burned." I felt so badly for this girl and told her that we'd find a way to get her some glasses. She probably thought "yeah, right."
This morning before he went to school my son said, Mom, are you really going to get her some glasses? I said, Yes, I absolutely will.
Today at lunch I went to the doctor's office where my children have their eye exams and get their glasses. Trying to keep my emotions about the situation under control (and, in hindsight, probably fearing rejection), I told the doctor's wife the story and why I was there: would the doctor consider donating his services or any supplies to help this family? If not I would find a way to pay for it myself or do a fundraiser and get the money - I wanted this little girl to be able to go there and get some glasses no matter what.
The woman hardly let me finish the story before saying they would make sure this girl would be wearing some glasses, and would give her an exam if her prescription was more than a year old. It was hard not to break into tears.
After work I came home and went next door. I met the mother, who had no idea what had transpired last evening at my house about the glasses. I explained about the visit to the doctors office and that they would be sure her daughter had new glasses, which she could go there and pick the frames herself. She just broke into tears, so did I, so did the girl... it was all very overwhelming and just very awesome.
I told virtually every person I saw when I got back to work after lunch, and told everyone about it at church tonight and told my husband about it (he lives in another state - that's another post). I was just so happy for this family.
So today we have answered prayers for this family, and a new project. It's a very very good day. :)