All the insulation we’ve added to the house the past two years seems to have really helped. Once you’re inside things are pretty good. It’s a big change from ten years ago, before all the windows were replaced, when our heat crapped out on our first new years eve as a married couple and the temperature in the house dropped so fast that we paid to get it fixed that night lest the pipe freeze before dawn. The house is a lot more comfortable these days, even when it’s frigid outside.
Even without all that high-tech insulation I expect that I would stay pretty warm at night. In the aftermath of the great puking plague of 2011 Duncan has been spending a lot more time nursing at night. We’re gradually returning to normal, and once I started getting enough sleep again I haven’t minded the extra snuggle time. I remember the darkest days of infertility when I’d take my old doll to bed trying to imagine what it would be like to have a real baby to snuggle with. The doll was not so convincing, once I tossed and turned a bit in my sleep she’d lose the body warmth I’d transferred to her and I’d wake up to a cold plastic head feeling decidedly not lifelike. No doll will push against you with her feet or grunt in his sleep, and I wake up to two warm, fuzzy, and slightly sweaty heads (and a sometimes sleep-deprived husband because Margaret believes that bed space is a first-come-first-served affair).
I briefly considered ordering sock yarn today, but resisted. I am wearing one of the four pairs of hand knit socks that I’ve made, the blue-purple koigu ankle socks. Since they are only ankle socks I’ve paired them with rainbow-striped sock yarn legwarmers. Either people at my office have completely failed to notice my colorful leg wear or nobody feels the need to comment on it in light of the weather. I love sock yarn, but I really can’t get into making socks. Part of this is a preference thing. Most sock patterns are for socks that come halfway up the calves. I own one pair like that and they drive me crazy. They will not stay up. I need to have either ankle socks (which don’t keep your legs warm) or knee-highs (which take absolutely forever to make). I seem to be unusual in my failure to get on the sock bandwagon. For example, firstfrost and I have nearly the same number of ravelry projects, but a vast disparity in the sock department. I have 130 projects in ravelry, 4 of which are socks; she has 134 projects, 52 of which are socks, and some of them are multiple pairs of socks listed as the same project. (I’m not counting booties or slippers as socks.) I do plan to make more knee socks for days like today, but since I don’t enjoy making them they keep slipping down the queue. I do love sock yarn, though. Luckily for me you can do other projects with sock yarn, like baby sweaters and small shawls. I had briefly considered joining the famous Socks That Rock club this year, but then I did the math and realized that it was way more expensive than just 6 skeins of the yarn would be. Since I don’t care about exclusivity and wouldn’t be using any of the sock patterns that was more than I wanted to pay just for the pleasure of surprise yarn colors. Actually, I am even resisting the Socks are for Suckers Shawlette Club that I heard about because while I can go for surprise yarn colors, I’m really not willing to pay for surprise patterns in general. There is exactly one designer that I’d be willing to pay for surprise patterns from. If there is every a club that offered surprise sock yarn paired with accessory patterns by Ysolda Teague I would totally go for it. Of course Ysolda hasn’t designed very many socks at all, so I’m guessing that she is also not a sock knitter at heart. Come to think of it, if I get anything yarn related in the near future it probably should be Ysolda’s new book since it looks like my favorite pattern from it is calls for the weight of yarn that I have three sweaters worth of in my stash.