The first pair of socks I ever knit died today. Holes. One in each heel. I am so sad. I have the sneaking suspicion I need to moisturize more if I want my socks to last. Being the first pair I knit, I suspect they were a little too loosely knit for something that gets the abuse of being walked on all the time. Even so, they were good socks, great socks, even - and now they are gone. Forever.
It is a sad day, and the only possible remedy for my heartache?
More sock yarn.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sock of The Ages
Finally, finally the Earl Gray socks are done! I would have put them on and done a little dance in them, but they aren't for me.
These socks were ridiculous to complete, not because they were hard - it was a lovely and straightforward pattern. No, it was because I kept losing things. Repeatedly. First, I lost half the pattern while waiting for a movie and ended up with my first half sock on stitch holders and me casting on for the second. Then, I lost a needle at the park, so I put the second sock on stitch holders so I could do the heel flap on the first, since that only needed two needles. At one point I misplaced all of my stitch markers and ended up with a small Dora the Explorer charm holding my place. Almost finished my second sock, I hopped into the car, headed to my mother's house, and pulled out my sock to discover I had misplaced a needle again. Luckily my Mom knits, and I stole one of hers. I managed to limp along to the finish line, with four mismatched needles.
These socks were ridiculous to complete, not because they were hard - it was a lovely and straightforward pattern. No, it was because I kept losing things. Repeatedly. First, I lost half the pattern while waiting for a movie and ended up with my first half sock on stitch holders and me casting on for the second. Then, I lost a needle at the park, so I put the second sock on stitch holders so I could do the heel flap on the first, since that only needed two needles. At one point I misplaced all of my stitch markers and ended up with a small Dora the Explorer charm holding my place. Almost finished my second sock, I hopped into the car, headed to my mother's house, and pulled out my sock to discover I had misplaced a needle again. Luckily my Mom knits, and I stole one of hers. I managed to limp along to the finish line, with four mismatched needles.
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