What I love about working with DPNs are the wide eyes and jaws dropped when they see me knitting with FOUR NEEDLES, OH NOES! And it's always with a bit of the feeling of a magician giving away the secret to a magic trick that I explain that no, I'm still knitting only with two needles, the other two are just holding the stitches until I get to them.
Anyways, I had gotten quite a bit done and thought "oh, these will be done on Sunday!"
I kind of underestimated how much I got done while I watched the patients and laughed/joked/chatted with the psych techs. The Second Sock is finished as of 1pm today.
So I put her through the gauntlet of SockBlocking that I go through.
I don't have any Eucalan, but I have Aussie Mega Shampoo and if it does for yarn what it does for my hair, it'll be just fine.
After a rinse and a slight press (hey, it's superwash anyways, it can stand a little rougher handling), it goes on some clean dishtowels for a wringing.
All tucked in and ready for a squishing. Aww.
And the blocking hardware is present to start their work.
Ever stick your hand in a warmish wet sock? It makes my toes curl a little. Brrr. But the walmart bags are maleable so I can get them in the right form for the sock. The liter bottle makes just the right size for calves. Well, slender-ish calves, but it works.
And here she is, settling into the right shape on a towel rack. She'll be dry in 24 hours or so. Phew!
Speaking of work, I haven't laughed so hard for a while. Oh, and for those who have ever heard of "tunnel singing" and participate in it at BYU, I'd probably avoid doing that until summer. All I can say is Icewater Balloons. You've been warned. I hope I work that unit again. And I hope they don't take apart the post-it note and soapbar montage, I was particularly proud of my Pirate Hitler and Trogdor. I would have taken pictures, except that's illegal at work. Alas.