May Socks Completed!

May socks are done! These two pairs are for the store. They are both made with Fortissima Socka. The colorful ones are child size 6-8. The blue ones are toddler size 3-4. They turned out really nice, only requiring one ball each. (They were odd dye lots, that's why I figured I'd just make kid-sized socks.) The toddler socks are this pattern, with my regular toe. The larger pair is this pattern, only I used size 2.75mm needles instead of 3.25mm. I still class these as size 6-8. They would fit Darren, and he's a six-year-old who is the size of an eight-year-old. Now I have until next Sunday to make my Ma's -- Ma's Day Socks.

Got some new yarn in the mail today! Thomas the Tank Engine sock yarn from Brooklyn Handspun. Can't wait to make the boys some socks with this! Hand-dyed, superwash wool. I included both the natural light and flash-photos. Couldn't decide which one to use.
Lastly, this morning started off to a swooping start. Logan decided to crawl up onto the kitchen table where he doesn't belong. I told him to get down. First thing flip-flop backwards off the table, onto the floor on his back. The cat food dishes are on the floor right there, so he landed on those. I grabbed him, cuz I saw that he landed on one of the plastic ones. He was crying, naturally, then I saw the blood. I've been through enough with both of them to know that anything on the head bleeds like a stuffed pig. I had a towel laying on one of the chairs. I grabbed that and slapped it on his head. Blood all down his head, on the floor, on my pajamas. I didn't even really look and see how bad it was. Looked over at the cat dishes - two are thick ceramic - one is smashed. I grabbed the phone and called my mother first. She just lives up around the corner. No answer. 8am - she's washing her hair and can't hear the phone. I hang up and thought I called the hospital - no answer - where the **** is everyone! I'm shaking like a leaf, Ma answers the phone. I called her again by mistake. Babble at her to come down right away so I can take Logan to the hospital. Hung up and called the hospital (dialed the right number this time), told them I was bringing him up, and he may need stitches. By this time, Logan has stopped crying, so I got Darren to hold the towel on his head while I got his socks on, grabbed my socks, and dressed our feet. Ma arrived, told her to call the school, I'll run Darren up later, call Travis, he's on his way home and is expecting me to come get him in Bridgewater.

We get to the hospital, and they take us in right away (it was quite busy). It turned out to be more of a puncture wound than a cut. He played in the waiting area with the toys til our doctor arrived. He said he could put a stitch in it, but why traumatize him with the freezing/stitching when the wound was in his hair. If it had been a cut or somewhere that the scar would be seen then he would have stitched it. I agreed. So home we came. I gave him a bath cuz he had a lot of blood in his hair, and it was smelly. He's been fine all day since. We went shopping, and he got this, a new monster truck for himself and one for Darren, and he picked out a 2-pack of Transformers for Darren. He's very thoughtful - everything he picked up was one for him, one for Darren!

Ma cleaned up the broken dish - it was in five pieces! I threw the other one out, too. I was going to take a hammer to them first, but I calmed down and didn't bother. They have two plastic margarine containers right now. I had used ceramic because Nala had gotten irritated from plastic, and her bottom lip swelled up. And Logan best keep his butt down off things where he doesn't belong!

Time to go watch Most Haunted! Hope to have pictures of a finished adult sweater the beginning of the week!

Happy knitting!