Oddly Obsessive

I am oddly obsessive - yes, this is the way I eat my M&M's, by color, by color order... and then when I only have the blues, yellows, and oranges left, I eat them so the little piles dwindle evenly. The green ones I save for the hubby!

D#2 walked in my office the other day and saw this pile on my desk and said, "Mom! Gah!!! Stop it. You're a freak."

I eat my fries by size. It doesn't really matter which size goes first, but I have to clump three or four together, and they all must be the same size. I can't just pick up a few willy-nilly. I sit at the table moving my fries around making little piles of different sizes... I swear they taste better that way. The kids look at me like I'm some kind of freak. Although, I caught Kaity doing the same thing last weekend. Ha ha, I've warped her again.

However, this all depends on the setting, if I'm driving down the road I just rip the top off the M&M wrapper and pour them directly in my mouth. Or reach my hand in the bag and grab a handful, size and sorting doesn't matter in the car. There's no rhyme or reason to any of it.

I like order - in some things. I loved to cross stitch because it was all very orderly, and I liked the perfection. I hate sewing because I can never do it perfectly enough to suit me. I like the glasses put away in the cupboard just so, but the drawers are a mess. My desk is a mess. My closet is a mess. I type complicated medical reports for a living, and am in the top tier for performance and accuracy - although I don't check this blog nearly close enough and am always finding spelling and gramatical errors when I go back and read something I've posted. Oddly obsessive.

Knitting still baffles me. Some things bother me, some things don't. I ripped out my Ella soooo many times to get it perfect. There is not a mistake in it - that I am aware of (okay, I found out after the fact I've been doing yarnovers wrong all this time, but it looks right). I wouldn't have left a mistake in my Marilyn's Not-So-Shrunken cardigan - well not an obvious mistake. However, I didn't go back and rip out the not-an-eyelet detail on my Sitcom Chic, I just left it the way it was.

I think it has to do with the "specialness" of the project. My Ella shawl and Marilyn's cardi were nicer pieces. My Sitcom Chic was made to throw on and go to the store. I'm sure if I invested a lot of money, I'd obsess. Or if I was making it for someone else. Or if it was just an especially pretty piece.


So, I guess that's how I justify this crap..... These socks are a disaster. Actually, they're fine until about mid-way down the foot where I decided I'd teach myself to knit continental - in the middle of a project. There are no less than 10 mistakes. You can't see them too well in this picture, but they are blatantly obvious in real life. Believe me, there is about 2-1/2" of obvoius ugly going on there. They're not dropped stitches, but somehow I forget to knit one, don't quite figure that out right away, then say, what the heck, I'm not going back. AND, they are all on the TOP of the foot - the bottom of this sock is perfect.... what's with that??? There is about 2" of mess... then knitting continental got easier and a little more natural, and the last 3" are great, no more mistakes.

Maybe it's because I'm considering these "learning socks," maybe it has something to do with the fact that I've only got about $3.50 invested in this pair of socks. The other thing is all the mistakes are where you won't be able to see them - in my shoes. I don't know... the mistakes bother me, but not enough to fix them or frog the sock, although I did seriously consider that last night... I just didn't want to start over.

Okay - I casted on for the second sock last night, and I'm determined I can make this one with no mistakes. I'll let you know how it goes. (or, do you really care? are you sick of looking at this same stupid pair of socks for a week now? Bless you for staying with me;)

I do have to say - when you're knitting continental, the ribbing almost does itself....SWEET. I am loving that!

Oh yeah, I signed up for Ariane's Holiday Sox Exchange, so I better get my act together.... I can't give away crap socks. Those will be beautiful, obsessed-over socks!