That's my sock, I'm using knit picks Memories in 'Yukon', and the pattern is Persistent Illusion's "Tangled up in Blue". I've screwed up a million and a half times, which is par for the course in doing something new, but I'm having a good time, and am nearly done with my first sock. And yes, that is me, knitting a sock, fully dressed, including my green flip flops, in the bathtub for two reasons. One: it is the only place to sit upstairs that isn't covered in drywall dust and nails and tacks and two: because if something went wrong with the construction downstairs I figured my best chance for survival falling through the floor was going to be in the bathtub.
Why I haven't been able to publish my first post? My parents bought a house on a lake. They bought a house on a lake that was built twenty odd years ago in the height of popcorn ceilings and lots and lots of wood paneling and small rooms. So I've spent almost everyday over at the house with them, trying to get the house ready for them to move in. I have found out that despite the fact that manual labor is as painful as it sounds, the remodel is an endless source of amusing stories, hence the title of today's post.
I've spent endless hours plastering, filling in holes in walls and ceilings, and then sanding and repeating. Even with the hours of plastering there are still a lot, and I mean, a lot of things that need to be plastered. On the way to the house we went to a large home improvement store. We were looking at cooktops and countertops, when a sales man approached. He had a great sense of humor and a fabulous British accent. In the course of conversation he mentioned his accent and he said 'close your eyes and I'm gorgeous'. He said he was working with a client over the phone, she ordered thousands of dollars worth of stuff and then came in and said 'but you're supposed to be gorgeous'. Wonderfully tactful.
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