Imperfection

I finished a pair of socks.

Imperfect. Clashing. Finished socks.

I’ve started another pair. Again. (Pictures to come in another post.) Out of a mess I tried last year. I think it’s just the pattern that makes it seem odd to me, but I press on. This is the first time using the magic loop for sock knitting. I have mixed feelings about it. This go around they feel less tight on the foot, but I think I’m knitting them with a larger needle than I did before. I’m not sure how I determined I should knit on US 0 when the pattern clearly mentions US 1. The appearance of ladders is nearly non-existent (I can tell, because I am a crazy perfectionist), but the cable is a bit unruly and gets in my way where DPNs do not.

It’s occurred to me after watching a movie recently based off of two true stories, perhaps we do not have any original ideas to sell anymore. I watch or read about other people’s lives, people who changed the way we think, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s my generation?

Blogs seem a little passé and I long for the human social interaction again. Perhaps it’s taken for granted that acceptable social interaction is conducted through Twitter, Facebook, MySpace, and blogs. I keep reading about how awful it is to keep any sort of public information about yourself out there in the muck of cyberspace for fear of your boss or future boss stumbling upon it. Sometimes I wonder if perhaps there is something to be said of privacy.

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