The blog way-back machine

Now for more of what happens when knitting and blogging get together.

Remember my very first blog post? Here it is:

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Here is my project du jour: I'm trying to knit a sock with fish on it. It didn't seem like it would be that hard; even my very limited representational skills can handle fish (OK, this fish is kind of scary and deformed, but it's a first attempt). However, it turns out that it's well-nigh impossible to knit shapes like this when you're knitting something like a sock, which goes around and around instead of back and forth. Which is why the inside looks like this:


Nobody wants a sock like that. Your toes would get caught on all the threads--especially little two-year-old toes. And the sock (along with its brother, ideally) is indeed a gift for a two-year-old, who as such is unlikely to look past his tangled toes and just appreciate all my time and care.

I was going to post a photo of the almost-two-year-old in question, but I don't really know the rules of blogging yet and I thought maybe one shouldn't post pictures of other people's children without asking the parents. And I can't ask without ruining the sock surprise (hopefully Alex and Lisa will manage to miss the media sensation that will surely result from the publication of my blog...if I don't tell them about it, at least). Perhaps I should give you a blank space so you can imagine a cute blue-eyed almost-two-year-old.

Next episode: if Lawrence Sterne had a blog...
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Aha, now, you didn't see that, did you? It was actually my first blog post, but it only existed on the internets for a couple of seconds. That's because just after I published it I sent out an email to announce the debut of my blog, and somehow included the people I was supposed to be keeping a secret from. (Keeping secrets is not my forte, it may behoove you to know.) I realized this, and immediately deleted the post. I'd already written post #2 (I published the first two at the same time) so I had to come up with another reference to the Widow Wadman on the spot. (The result was this post.)

Well, I did give up on the fish and made stripes instead. They ended up like this:


As it turns out, the boy already has these sandals:


Fish--in the very same colors! So my fishy socks would have been over-thematic anyway. Personally I don't think children should have their own themes until they're at least two-and-a-half (and that means you, princesses).

Having recovered from the fish episode, I'm hanging about in Chicago and trying to learn what "embodied cognition" means. Any ideas?