Isn't She Lovely
The is the Wee Tiny Sock I received from my swap partner Cindy Not only is it perfectly knitted but is topped by a beautiful Iridescent bead. It really sets this sock apart for anything I have done. Also I love the hot pink envelope and the great note card. In other words I love it all :-}
Benne's Sock part I
I went to the Orthopedist yesterday. Sitting in the waiting room a young woman came in with a child of about 4 or 5. I was working on Benne's second sock. Lots of times kids are fascinated by knitting or the colors and want to touch or ask questions. The kiddie heads to my side of the room, grabs the sock and yells at the top of her voice I WANT THIS I removed the toddler hand from my knitting and offered her some yarn. She threw it on the ground and went into Toxic Dump mode. This was beyond screaming to the upper level of screech mode. Dolphins out at sea looked up to see what the racket was about. Stamping her legs up and down she kept Screaming I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT So I put the knitting away in my bag and put the bag behind me on on the chair. I believe the kid breaths through her rump cause she never stopped to breath. Her mother looks up from People Magazine and whines across to me. "Just let her hold it for awhile." I explained that the needles were very sharp and she could get hurt and more importantly to me at least was that she could pull the needles out of the sock. Mom shrugged her shoulders and went back to People. I then said something to this child, which she has probably never heard before. I am amazed they didn't call Child Protective Services. I said NO and go sit down you are loud and annoying. DO IT NOW. I would love to say it worked, but it didn't. :-{
Benne's Sock part II
Having escaped the hope of America to the examining room, I was told they were waiting for the results of my MIR. Ahem I only had it taken two weeks ago. More knitting. Good thing it was freezing in there. Doctor comes in tells me he is sending me to a sports doctor. I am still ROTFLMAO, cause I am about as un-sporty as it is possible to be. I have to have a Arthroscopy. Oh joy. At least I get to watch. The doctor asks what I am knitting. I show him the completed sock. Doctor loses mind over sock. Rubs sock on face. And then he rips off his shoe and sock and tires it ON. Has the world gone mad??? It doesn't really fit him (he is a short guy with small feet) He loves the heel, he loves to colors, he loves the pattern. He wants to know what I am going to do with the finished socks.(hint hint hint) Hahaha, you ain't getting them ace.
Benne I promise to wash it twice before I send it off to you. Gawds. If I didn't have to launder the sock twice I would be sending them off to you tomorrow. I am down to knitting with the yarn from my swatch. Scary
I'd hope for something unfortunate to happen to that mother, but it's already happened - she has created THAT kid and has to live with her. Oy.
And the doctor? Oh my.
Like you, I've had many pleasant experiences with people being interested in my knitting. Its too bad this happened! The doctor was even more surprising!! I almost couldn't believe he'd go that far....
OMG!!! My sock was molested TWICE in one morning??? The kid needed a spanking. The doctor needed one but would probably have liked it. Don't go there...
Sorry about your bum leg, sports doctor, huh? Surgery? No fun, but maybe you'll see a handsome hunk in the waiting room. Gotta be a better waiting room than the hell of screaming, spoilt child.
I bet my sock is still scared.
Sock molestation is a hanging offense around here :-} The mama needs a spanking. I am glad that kid won't someday be my teenager.
The doctor is about to be replaced. He is full of southern charm but short in information. I don't like being patted on the head and sent home to not worry. Even if he does sound like Shelby Foote. A voice that still makes me weak in the knees.
Benne the sock is safe. I washed it and it is drying. I would have put it outside to dry except we are in the middle of pine pollen days. The poor sock would be yellow in a second. You should see what the cat looks like when she comes in.
I am nearly speechless. I read your post with my mouth hanging open, and then it opened more. Then I read Benne's comment and made a kind of gasping hissing noise. This is the best entertainment I've had in a while. Either I need a life, or this was better than fiction in that seriously I-can't-believe-it way.
Poor Sock. Poor You. I love what you said to the kid. Wish it had worked. Saw something like that on House once, and House got away with it (it worked). Sock needs cashmere therapy. Park it among some truly loving yarns until it's time to travel.
So sorry you have to have surgery! You know, I do the same thing with unruly kids, whose parents don't mind them in public, but only when they intrude on my space. My hubby cringes when I do, but too bad. And your doctor - ooh boy! Benne will always have a great story to tell when she wears those socks.
I laughed so hard, I woke my DH up. SK