Socks!
Dear Mo,
The socks I started with the yarn we bought together at Knitorious are finally done. Being a knitting blog slacker, I have no idea what the name of the yarn was, of course. We tried doing toe up socks but quickly gave up and made regular socks on two circulars, using the basic sock in Cat Bordhi's famous book Socks Soar on two Circular Needles. Both methods claim to have the same advantage, viz. that you can try your socks on while you knit.
My socks didn't exactly soar, they kinda crawled. But that is not Cat's fault. First of all, I did most of the knitting in the car which meant that when I dropped a stitch I'd have to wait until the next rest stop to find a crochet hook to rescue it and I could hardly see what I was doing on the black stripes of the socks. But finally, one night in Reading PA, your early childhood home, I finished up the first sock, thanks to the Tips By Theresa article on Kitchener Stitch on Knitty.
The socks I started with the yarn we bought together at Knitorious are finally done. Being a knitting blog slacker, I have no idea what the name of the yarn was, of course. We tried doing toe up socks but quickly gave up and made regular socks on two circulars, using the basic sock in Cat Bordhi's famous book Socks Soar on two Circular Needles. Both methods claim to have the same advantage, viz. that you can try your socks on while you knit.
My socks didn't exactly soar, they kinda crawled. But that is not Cat's fault. First of all, I did most of the knitting in the car which meant that when I dropped a stitch I'd have to wait until the next rest stop to find a crochet hook to rescue it and I could hardly see what I was doing on the black stripes of the socks. But finally, one night in Reading PA, your early childhood home, I finished up the first sock, thanks to the Tips By Theresa article on Kitchener Stitch on Knitty.
Thrilled by my achievement, I started the second sock. I even matched the striping to the first sock. I carried the first sock everywhere so I could compare them when it was time for things like turning the heel. And then, suddenly, that first sock was gone. I actually think it may have falled out of my bag in the Outback Steakhouse we ate in on our way back west. I'm picturing those nice young people who waited on us in a town I've already forgotten on the border between Ohio and Pennsylvania cleaning up the restaurant and wondering how this big striped all-too-home-made-looking sock came to be there. Anyway, undeterred, I finished that sock and started on another. And today they are FINALLY DONE. I don't know who will wear them, though. I might, on the one or two times a year I actually wear socks. Daddy says he will try but doesn't plan to like it If you know anyone who lives in a cold climate and/or wears boots and Birkies a lot and might like a spare pare of lovingly made socks, let me know.
I still want to make a pair of two up socks, though. Actually, I think I made ONE two up sock, under the tutelage of Karen. But it is lost, too....
One of Sophie's socks is in the picture, too. You will notice that while the stripes match the toes don't quite... Maybe I should take up knitting for the blind...
Missing you and sad that Webs was closed when we were driving by.
L
L
