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Remember the hydrangea sock yarn I wound a few weeks ago and left languishing in my knitting bag?  It came out of hiding this weekend.

I needed a project to work on while we watched a movie on Saturday.  We were watching Amarcord, which neither one of had seen and we both felt we SHOULD see it.  And so I thought that socks would be the perfect accompaniment. 

I was wrong on more than one count. 

First of all, although we both expected heavy symbolism and lack of plot, we both had trouble with Amarcord.  I suspect that I must blame my distinctly non-intellectual, sappy romantic leanings for my disappointment.  Although the film showed love for the characters, as a whole, I found it incomprehensible.  But then again, all the people who recommended it to me were young men (back when I too was young) and perhaps it taps into some kind of male adolescent angst to which I am completely oblivious.

But the sock, the sock, what about the sock?

I intended to knit the pattern that came with the sock yarn, hydrangea sock but found that the pattern was difficult to perform on those tiny size 000 needles, what with the yarn overs and knit two togethers.  This was especially true while watching and Italian Movie with English subtitles.  What may have been marginally incomprehensible completely lost me if I looked down at my knitting.

So basic stockinette was the order the of the day, and I am quite happy with the way the socks are turning out:

It is difficult to capture the colors on film, those purples and violets are so elusive.

I am knitting from the ball.  If you recall I had trouble winding this skein into a center-pull ball, got the yarn all twisted and generally made a mess of it.  When I started knitting I generally got all wrapped in yarns and twists and general mayhem, so I actually spent most of the movie rewinding the yarn from the center-pull ball into a nice round, hand-wound ball, from which I am knitting quite easily.

I expect the second skein will go better, since Theresa wound that one and she was much more clever at speaking the yarn's language.

Most of the sock knitting accomplished so far was actually done on Monday night, while I watched the new season premier of The Closer.   The story was a bit of a stretch, the writers seem to be trying awfully hard to find new story lines, but it was entertaining and rare is the program today to which I actually have to pay attention.  Simple stockinette socks were the perfect project.

Comments

[Gina]

There is a fine line between genius and kook, and Fellini walked it boldly. I haven't seen Amarcord in years, and I cannot remember a bloody thing about it! The 1970s in Italian film was a particularly "interesting" period. Non-intellectual? You? Stop it!

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