I have mixed feelings about my last post. On one hand, I finally got pictures on my page. On the other hand, I only had scarves to show. (Okay, there was one hat.) One poster commented that the pictures were cute, but I think I got a pity post. Certainly, I have knit more than just scarves (and one hat) since the summer.
I devised a plan. I would finish a bunch of UFOs this week and post them. That would certainly prove (mostly to myself) that I can knit more than just scarves.
MONDAY. The first project I attempted was the pair of comfy socks I made for my father. Two months ago, my father had a kidney removed. The week of his surgery, I decided I would knit him some warm socks to enjoy during his recovery. I figured that he would be in the hospital for at least 5 days, and that would give me plenty of knitting time.
That man had the world record recovery from kidney surgery. He had the surgery on a Wednesday, I arrived Thursday with a half-knitted sock on a loom in my bag, and my father went home on Friday. You got it; he spent 48 hours in the hospital after having a major organ removed. He wasn't discharged too early either. He was fine. He wasn't going to run any marathons, but he was walking up and down stairs and able to take care of himself. Needless to say, I did not have the knitting time I anticipated.
Despite my father's early discharge, I did finish the first sock. It was a solid first attempt at a sock. It was about two inches short on the leg and two inches long at the toe. I briefly considered closing the leg and cutting open the toe, and then I decided that the sock would make a great puppet for the kids. So I started a new sock for my father.
That was January. This week, I pulled out my second attempt at the sock and finished it. It looked great, until I asked my husband to model it. While he couldn't get over how soft the sock is, he also couldn't get over how airy the sock is in the heel and the toe. Literally airy, as in, the sock has holes. Apparently, I dropped a stitch or two at the wrap and turn, and my Kitchener's stitch needs a little more practice. I thought that maybe I could felt the sock and cover these imperfections, but the wool does not appear to be feltable. Wool sock 2; Diane 0.
TUESDAY. Tuesday night, I crocheted my first yarmulke. It was an easy enough project. Crochet 21 rounds of single chain with regular increases every other round. I bought a beautiful mercerized multi-shade blue cotton yarn for this project. I was able to finish it in just a few hours despite numerous interruptions from a baby who decided push his bedtime back by 3 hours and a preschooler with a fever. When I finished, it was a perfectly round little coaster.
The last task was to wet the project, squeeze dry, and shape over a bowl. So I did. As I lay the yarmulke over the back of a small silver mixing bowl, I noticed the yarmulke had grown. The sides ran down the entire bowl and even ruffled a bit at the edges. My husband suggested that I sell it at a "Big and Tall" yarmulke shop. I thought that maybe I could tink it a few rows to make the cap smaller, (can you "tink" a crochet project?), but I realized that the rows within the project were uneven. In short, the yarmulke was a bust.
WEDNESDAY. By Wednesday morning when I faced my oversized yarmulke, I had an epiphany. The reason I only have pictures of scarves is because I have only been able to successfully knit scarves. I have attempted other knitted items, but those projects were "learning experiences," not items to be posted on a website. In fact, they may qualify as "items to hide in the back corner of the closet behind the pair of skinny jeans you hope to wear again someday."
As frustrated as I was Wednesday morning, Wednesday also was the night of my biggest knitting success all week - I knitted my initials into the hem of the Sweater Sampler. I dropped a stitch in the "D," and the "B" is a little hard to read, but the "W" looks amazing. So, here you have it, my accomplishment for the week: a hemmed W.

And you thought I could only knit scarves.
ADDENDUM: At a friend's insistence, I took the oversized yarmulke to a knitting meeting on Wednesday evening. The experienced knitters assured me that the yarn caused this tragedy; I did nothing wrong. All was not lost, however. More than one knitter suggested that I add lace to the edging and turn it into a table decoration. A former art teacher even thought that I could reshape the circle into a bowl and spray it with starch to hold the shape. How creative! Even with these wonderful suggestions, I still suspect that in a few years I will find this project somewhere behind the skinny jeans in the corner of the closet.