Know But Do Not Tell
The knitting around here could be more exciting.
Look, it's a sock:
This is a wool boot sock for someone with very large feet. I am knitting it rather tightly for better wearing and longevity. It is a lovely sock, but the recipient is definitely in possession of both feet.
Meme, meme, meme.
Grumperina sent out a question into cyberspace the other day:
How about you? Who knows about your knitting and your knitting blog, and what are your reasons for revealing (or not) its existence to these folks? Don’t just leave me a comment – rather consider this a meme and answer on your own blog ;)
I have no secrets. No secret identity. No real separation between my life in actual time and space and my life in blogland. I can't even keep a straight face to play poker.
After starting my blog, I was pondering if I was going to tell family and friends about it, mostly so that they wouldn't see their gifts in progress. Since I'm on vacation and at my parents' house, however, I think that lasted until about 5 minutes into dinner:
In fact, my dad (Hi Dad!) is one of my biggest fans. He likes to show my blog to people - family, friends, people at work, sort of a combination of "beautiful knitting" and "too much time on her hands." He's only commented once, and that was posing as Hannah, Portuguese Water Dog on your right. And he thinks I have too much time on my hands . . .
My mom knows that my blog exists, just like she knows that her Christmas present is currently blocking upstairs, but I don't think she'd be able to find it if my dad weren't showing it to her. My parents were having dinner with theflitgirl's parents and accidentally outed her blog.
Who else? My sister thinks my blog is "too funny," but I don't think she really reads it. My brother grunted and shrugged. And most of my real life friends know it exists, but I think Kate D. and flitgirl are the only really regular readers. Even my knitting friends aren't really into the blog thing. Others? Leave a comment. Flitgirl showed her boyfriend, who promptly requested a hat. This could be a dangerous trend. . .