Ria: There’s a potato on the ground!
Me: Where?
Ria: There!
Me: More than one potato, actually. Road potatoes!
Ria: I wish I had my camera with me so I could get a picture of the road potatoes.
Me: I have my camera!
(I take a picture of two of the road potatoes.)
Me: Maybe I should get a picture of the sock with the other potato.
Ria: Sock plus road potato!
Me: Hey, now I have a title for my next blog post.
(Ria holds the sock while I take a photo of it with the other potato. I mean, I take a photo of it and the other potato; I take a photo of it with my camera. Precision in language is a good thing.)

In the interest of full disclosure, these were technically sidewalk potatoes, but “road potatoes” sounds better. And apparently I am knitting a Road Potato Sock, because Sock + Road Potato = Road Potato Sock.

This was after we’d left Tim Hortons and were on our way to pet yarn at Cricket Cove. The road potatoes were outside of the Market, which at least is a fairly sensible place for them to be, if you’re going to find road potatoes somewhere. At Tim’s, Ria had been working on a wavy red scarf for the Red Scarf Project, and I was working on the sock, which is now known variously as Socky McSocksalot or the Road Potato Sock. (Should I be worried that my sock-in-progress has an alias?) Well, Ria was working on the wavy scarf until she made a mistake not noticeable to anyone but her, and decided to frog the twelve inches or so of wavy scarf.

My own mishap came about because I tempted fate and said, “I am so smart! S-M-R-T!” after I fixed a dropped stitch with a crochet hook. The universe promptly pulled one of my needles out of a bunch of stitches and of course dropped that other stitch once again.

When we sat on a bench in King’s Square, Ria started working on a new red scarf with a dragonfly lace pattern. See the bumpy thing near the needles in the little pictures? It’s supposed to be the dragonfly’s head, but in real life, it very strongly resembled Statler, one of the grumpy old men in the balcony on The Muppet Show.

Ria was the one who pointed it out, but I totally agreed with her. Although neither of us knew the guy’s name. I had to look it up when I got home.

Ria says that some passers-by were giving us funny looks, but I was paying too much attention to the Road Potato Sock to observe this myself. I’m not sure if it was the knitting or the giggling like maniacs that weirded them out. Oh, or maybe stuff like me wearing about three inches of sock on my wrist.

But not all of my pictures are crazy! Look, pretty flowers!

We have learned from reading the Yarn Harlot’s blog that a sock makes any photo more interesting, and Ria thought I should get a picture of the Road Potato Sock among the flowers.

I don’t think anybody else in the square was close enough to see what I was doing, which is probably good, because lying on your stomach in the grass to take pictures of flowers is “artistic,” while lying on your stomach in the grass to take a picture of a sock in the flowers is “certifiable.”

Anyhoo, ’twas fun, and I got the lovely pale green cashmere from Ria. It is a pretty pet. Maybe someday I will actually remember to take a picture of it.

Oh, and guess who’s started a sock now? It’s contagious.

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