Ugly Socks, 2 -- Coty, 0

I spent most of my waking hours today knitting.  Surprise, surprise.  I did mail a letter, which was on my To-Do list... other than that -- selfish me time.  It was most enjoyable, needless to say!

Starbucks was my first stop (shocking), so I took out my sock and went to town.  (By the way, I knit because I enjoy it.  There are all kinds of other reasons, but "because it's fun" is Numero Uno on the list.  It's a bit stupid to ask, "Is that any fun?" to someone participating in a hobby such as this.  Am I being paid to do it?  Am I being held at gunpoint?  If the answer to both of those questions is "no", then you're probably an idiot.)

I met up with a couple of friends from my Sunday morning Broad Street Cafe knitting group to knit at a bar in the American Tobacco Campus.  Aside from a few assholes who were unnecessarily up in our grill, it was pretty fun.  Nice atmosphere, nice couches, nice work on the socks.  Oh, and Cafe Zen has a great selection of affordable sushi in the evening, just so you know.  Three rolls for $7.50?  Oh yeah...

Anywho, our friend is opening a yarn shop on 9th street, and we (like a gaggle of prospective bride's maids) were helping her plan and brainstorm for the store!  Very exciting stuff.  I wish I was going to be around long enough to utilize said shop.  Oh well...

As  the night bore on and the beer flowed, I came to the realization that my sock was too big.  Damn.  HOWEVER, I could modify the pattern to make it an ankle sock instead of the longer variety, and it would fit fine.  I would have to really depart from the pattern, though.

As I began to labor over these intricate footsies, I heard a snap.  Shit.  One of my size 2 needles had snapped in half.  A respectable feat (no pun intended, I swear).  No worries, I thought... I have an extra needle.

Snap.

Fuck.

So now, I need some more needles so I can finish my sock.  Maybe I'll invest in metal ones this time...