Thursday, May 04, 2006
Sixth Sense Socks
And, they're done. Been done actually, since um, Monday? And they fit, but I don't like the fit of the heel on me. So these are birthday socks for another sister. Thank God I have 2 sisters with feet either just a bit smaller in length or just a bit narrower than me. They'll be happy if I keep screwing up. Heh. I saw that Stariel finished hers, and apparently the heel is supposed to fit the way it does on me, so I guess I really didn't screw it up, I just don't like the feel of it. So I'm thinking in a "plain" sock with little to no patterning, the short row heel will feel better to me. I saw it sitting so close to the base of my heel and it turned me off. What can I say? I'm a visual person. I also react to names. Like "meatloaf". Who in hell wants to eat a loaf of meat? For years I wouldn't touch the stuff. Then one day I tried some at work at one of the restaurants I slaved in, and I liked it! Go figure. But the name alone put me off for the longest time. And that's probably the story with Grits. But I've tried those, and ew. They're as gross as their name. I'll stick with the Cream of Wheat though, I like that.