The Dragon is Slain!!
The final row isn't complete--it really does balance out much more nicely than it looks in the photo. But the point for any responsible, mature knitter is this: I won, you little wooly bastard. I completely and utterly won. And don't even think about messing with me again or I'll make you into one of those ruffled toilet paper holders that look like a hat. You know I'll do it, too. In. Your. FACE.
Ahem. Yes, maturity is surely where it's at. In any case, I'm not completely sure I like picking up stitches well enough to make anything large out of entrelacs--the phone booth cardigan is right out--but the socks are so in my sights. They'd better be ready. Debi's entrelacs are being worked in two colors because she is a braver soul than I am and I'm hoping she puts up a photo on her blog because it's going to be really awesome looking. In addition to moral support for me, she also had a little gift for my already terribly spoiled inner child:
Lest you think my inner child kicked her in the shins and stole it or something, it was actually a trade. She fell as much in love with a yarn in my sock collection as I did with the Hot Flash and it was fate. Yarn was traded and everyone went away happy. My inner child wants to move in with her now, I suspect, fickle little wench that she is (the IC--not Debi).
In other news, Ed has concluded that I am the meanest cat mommy in the entire world for putting his catnip in a sock where he can't get to it to eat it (he actually eats the stuff...sort of like a hash brownie without the brownie).
I think that the whole process of desperately licking wool with a prickly tongue must lead to some small amount of frustration because Ed began to look a little maniacal...some cats just can't hold their nip:No Knitingales were harmed in the taking of this photo...although it was a near thing.
Lastly, I offer a picture of the first rainbow Trekking sock, finished and kirchenered and happily awaiting its mate. Finally, a well-behaved sock! Between resistant yarn, sneeringly superior techniques, and bratty inner children...well. I needed some compliance:
By the way, am I the only one who thinks the word "entrelacs" sounds like some kind of new laxative? Yes? Okay...it's probably just me.