An Hour
I must say, I was very disappointed this year when daylight savings time was moved into November. One of my favorite ever stories revolves around the time change...
In late October of 1980, my Mom was in labor--with me. Many, many hours, all done without the help of drugs. I was a big baby and I'm sure it was a hard delivery. She watched the minutes tick by and took solace in the passage of time since each hour was an hour done and one she wouldn't have to do over again. She continued to push for hours with little effect and while she was resting for a few moments during contractions, when a nurse walked into the room with a stool. She popped it down on the floor and took the clock off the wall and set the time back and hour for daylight savings. My mom yelled at her because now she had to do that hour all over again.... I can only imagine how she felt!
Now that the rules have changed--the time change won't ever coincide with my birthday again! How disappointing!
I finally got around to taking a picture of the Garter Rib Socks:
I love them!
And I worked this weekend on the Pretty Pirate Firestarters:
My favorite detail is the way the ribbing continues between the heel and gusset:
This has been a surprisingly quick knit considering its on size 0's. The pattern is really addictive--I'm guessing I'll have this first sock done in the next day or two!




























