The only way I've done socks is magic loop. I already had the circulars, so I didn't want to buy more needles. Plus, having more than 2 needles scares the heck outta me. But I really like magic loop, it works well for me. I do them toe-up with short-row heels.
I don't like how with most magic loop patterns, the sock really doesn't have much of a foot shape to it.
Oooohh, you poor thing! I wish I could give you a nice big hug right now! I just leaned back and told my grandma what happened; she said, "Ooh! Outside dog!" It's ok, I'm sure he didn't mean to! I think you should move it to warm, if not scalding water, and gently (GENTLY! You don't want it to felt!) clean the dog vomit off. Best of luck!
Ooooh! When I read that subject line, I clenched all the clenchable parts of my anatomy, it angered me so much! But you have to wonder, what possess someone to mock a person with two long, pointy, metal sticks? I bet they would stop if we retaliated...(Kidding!) *jab jab*
I knit at the highschool a lot afterschool; occassionally, someone will stare, at which point I usually yell something along the lines of, "Yes, I am! Get over it! Turn around! Do you have nothing better to do? Go!", which is strange, because I'm usually extremely quiet. That fact, along with the ferocity of my words and the fact that I'm holding two sharp metal sticks, usually scares them off.
Unfortunately, profiling is alive and well; at least in the US. Over the summer, I went to a baseball game, and having no interest in the sport, took along my knitting. I'm 16, so I geuss they thought I was one of the psycho, depressed, mass-murdering, suicidal bunches that ruin it for the rest of us. They wouldn't let me in with my knitting! We went back to a different ticket line, this time with my grandma pretending it was hers, and they let us in! Profiling-let us hope that it stops! (Even before I started knitting, I had lots of trouble with airlines. Because I was a teenager, I was "randomly selected" to have a complete search and pat-down. They even took my shoelaces out! Half the flight was spent trying to relace the stupid things!)