Grumpy Lynn: Dr. Seuss’ Fuzzy Feet
Friday, February 28th, 2003Note: I wrote this entry Thursday and fully expected to get photos by Friday night, to illustrate.
I’m so sorry, guys… I had a very full day and will be gone this weekend for knitting events, a retreat with the Lansing guild and then Sunday a workshop with Lucy Neatby on advanced sock subjects… I feel so lucky! I guess the pictures will have to wait until I return home after the retreat and workshop. See you Sunday night!
I fulled/felted my Fuzzy Feet today. They really are attractive, and even Brian said so! With their shape and the eyelash yarn in the cuff, I think my skinny legs look like a bird in a Dr. Seuss book when I wear them, but I don’t mind that look. And they are very thick and will be extremely warm, for this grrrl who fights cold feet for about six months out of the year.
They turned out fine in the long run, but the process made me quite grumpy. Remind me to trust my good gut judgement, OK? They are the right length and the foot itself is a decent width, but the heel and cuff are very big, a bit too big even after felting. I think they will work fine with a pair of thin wool sox under them.
I put them in the washing machine with 2 pair of jeans for about 15-20 minutes. Then I could tell that if I continued, they were not going to be right. I then rubbed and rolled and wrung out and scrubbed on a washboard. They were still much too wide in the ankle and heel area.
I am an experienced felter, I’ve done a lot of felting. I was frustrated! I finally resorted to the ultimate felting tool: I threw “them puppies” over and over again into my tub. This shocked the fibers into felting faster. Then I put the slippers on my feet, still somewhat wet, and rubbed and fussed for a good long while to try to get them to fit properly. I got the foot part looking pretty good, but the cuff is very wide still.
If I do these again, I will no doubt reduce the cast-on number of stitches by 4 stitches (at least 2) in the cuff and definitely not do as many heel flap rows.
As I said, these are OK and if I had not made them myself I might not be this picky. However, I am almost obsessive about not having floppy, too-big sox. I have small feet, and I like my sox to be stretch-to-fit, to the point where I sometimes make my sox with measurements classified as child-sized. My mom has smaller feet than me, but she likes her sox bigger than mine.
I like my shoes roomy, though, so I thought maybe I would be OK with this. Well… I like my shoes roomy in the toes, not in the heel. Live and learn. I do love the color! And when I wear these with sox underneath, they don’t feel too big in the heel. I guess if they fit too closely above the heel, with the firm felted/fulled fabric, they wouldn’t stretch to allow the foot inside. I guess I’m just being grumpy today, sorry.
But they really do look cute. I love the eyelash yarn, and I adore the main color. Just imagine me as a character in “Green Eggs and Ham!”


OK, I finally remembered to take pictures when Brian was home with the camera!
I’m bummed. I just realized this morning that my legwarmers don’t look the same at all. They are both from variegated yarn, beautiful colors. One legwarmer, the colors are “pooling” (in a nice way, but pooling) and the other one the colors are distributed pretty well… not exactly randomly but the turquoise doesn’t touch the next round of turquoise.

I was surfing today looking for instructions on how to knit I-cord (for someone who asked on the Knitlist) and found this: Knitted Polymer Clay! I spent about a decade 

I sometimes think the arrangement is not quite as it ought to have been; that I, who had much rather be at home, should occupy a place with which a great many younger and gayer women would be prodigiously pleased. . . . I know too much of the vanity of human affairs to expect felicity from the splendid scenes of public life. I am still determined to be cheerful and to be happy in whatever situation I may be; for I have also learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions, and not upon our circumstances.
…living well is an art which can be developed. Of course, you will need the basic talents to build upon: They are a love of life and ability to take great pleasure from small offerings, an assurance that the world owes you nothing and that every gift is exactly that, a gift. That people who may differ from you in political stance, sexual persuasion, and racial inheritance can be founts of fun, and if you are lucky, they can become even convivial comrades.”
She had a hard time learning to read herself. It turns out now that she probably would have been diagnosed as dyslexic or with some other learning challenge. However, when she was growing up, it was assumed that if you could not spell easily, you must not be smart. Well, this woman is sharp as a tack! She just has trouble with some written-language skills.
Mom makes beautiful envelopes from magazines and old calendars, as well. She likes both the artful and the recycling aspect of the envelope project.
This week is turning out to be another busy one (do I have any other kind?) Monday I had a volunteer (a friend of a spinner acquaintance) who came and worked for five hours on my computers at Foster Community Center. For free! He put CD-ROM players in two machines and started analyzing a few computers that are not working as expected. He is coming back again next week! I’m so delighted, I could hug him!!! I do what I can to keep these machines working (they are all but one pre-Y2K machines, most running Windows 95), but I have to do it on days when the lab is not very busy. I also don’t do this kind of work very often, so it can take me a long time to figure things out if they do not go right the first time.
Well, at long last here is a picture of one of the two pair I finished on January 24, en route to Florida. (The other pair were the purple alpaca I pictured on February 14th.)
Whee! I hit a milestone today. I knit my 70th pair of sox! They are sort of a teal/soft turquoise sweater yarn called “Roller” by 