leftovers

Leftover yarn...

Well, I whipped out my little digital scale this morning, and guess what. The Vintage Lace Socks are 40g each. The leftover yarn is 47g.

I have ideas about small little projects I could make: another pair of wristwarmers to keep the arm with the metal bits in it from freezing. That comes to mind easily. As does making a little log-cabin something or another chick full of sock knitting memories.

But don’t laugh…I think I’m actually going to make a 3rd matching sock.. I know that seems like a ridiculous notion for most of you, but for me, it makes total sense. Unlike most of you, I know exactly what to do with a stray single. I wear it. I only have 1 leg.

I can wear a stray sock when I’m hanging out uni-pod style, but there is something else you bi-peds probably don’t know we amputees are able to do with a 3rd sock. You see, at the end of the day, we can leave our prosthesis “dressed”. Yup, we often do not take the sock or shoe off of the robot leg. It’s kind of a bitch to get a the socks and shoes on the fake foot in the first place...and why not leave it on? It's not like that foot every gets funky smellin'. So you leave the sock and shoe on the fake leg, and in the morning pull at another fresh sock that matches the one that's still on from the day before. Bulk-packaged commercials sock are great for this, but this plan is not so great for hand-knit socks.

So three lace socks. Not so silly, eh?

There’s one more thought I have been having about handknit single socks. It involves organizing a donation program to get them to amputees returning from the war. There's a slew of them. I’ve been investigating how to set that up (well, TheMIG has been investigating), and I’ve got a plan developing. If any of you have second sock syndrome (and the resulting lonely first sock), I might just have a really good home for your onesies soon. Or you could knit a complete pair and help dress up a prosthesis ;-)
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Leftover TeeHee from the weekend...

TheMIG asked me join him at a social gathering this weekend. An old coworker of his (Herb, the guy that recruited him years ago at his current job) was throwing an end-of –summer gathering, which also turned out a be his 50-something birthday.

I went on crutches. On my bottom half I was wearing one of those ankle length crinkly skirts, and a solo black suede boot.

Herb answers the door, takes one look at me (our first meeting) and says, “Hiiiiiii!!!! Wow! You’re just like me!” He points to his foot, which is in sandals, and says, “I broke my toe!”

To which TheMIG replies casually, “Umm, no. Not just like you.” He hands Herb the bottle of wine we brought as a hostess gift, and heads for the kitchen without another word.


Teehee.