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While on the road I spent a fair amount of time knitting in bed (there never seems to be a good place to sit in hotel rooms):
And I finished my socks, but I think I need to do more socks to get the grafting at the end of the toes right. It just didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to — it has nubby bits on each side of the grafting:
I can graft quite well when the two sides can butt up against each other flat, but having to do it when the sides were laid on top if each other stymied me a bit. I will wash them — that first wash takes our all sorts of knitting ills.
Oh well, if I were got at everything when I first tried it life would probably be less rewarding, and I would be less modest, which would most likely do me no good at all.
I would like to try it out for a month or so though.
I am almost finished my second sock. The sock knitting is proceeding at an acceptable speed, but I am having a few hitches. After completing the knitting on one of the socks and knitting to the end of the heel flap, I realized that I had completely misread the stitch pattern and had to rip out and reknit the first sock back to the heel shaping.
This is not good, because I did a similar thing on the last project I did from someone else’s pattern and had to rip that out too. I think I may be getting over-confident and need to regain some humility — humility is not really my strong suit, especially where knitting is concerned. I just figure I will figure it out and you can always rip it out and start again anyway (just don’t try this attitude with mohair).
That is really just a minor upset and a potential outcome of knitting ahead without reading through the whole pattern first — I run into the same problem with cooking and am used to dealing with it. If I minded it that much, I would change.
The real problem was that I wanted to carry my smaller purse and threw my socks and needles in my pocket. This was fine on the trip out, and I had a lovely time knitting in the coffee shop, but there was more of a problem coming back because I mustn’t have been careful enough putting on my seat belt and three needles broke in my pocket, so I haven’t been able to knit for the rest of the weekend.
I don’t think I will buy any fine needles in wood again. I have been knitting with bamboo for years and never had one break or split, and my first set of wood needles broke on my first pair of socks. The breakage was, I will admit, my fault, but one of them splintered a bit on the side before that, and that I don’t think I deserved.
So much has happened since I last wrote. My sister is married, but not living with the man she is married to, and I am living with a man I am not married to — everything is as it should be more or less (my sister would be quite happy to live with the man she is married to, but I am happy to be living with the man I am not married to).
I got to a bride’s maid for the first time. Which of course means being primped:
You can’t tell, but I have a nice cup of coffee in my hands, so it is all good.
I have moved to the thriving metropolis of Regina. We are very happy with our new apartment and are still putting everything together. Due to not being in the province the week before we moved (see previous paragraph), we paid movers to pack for us. This led to us paying to move an empty Snapple bottle and other random objects of no continuing value.
Finally, I have decided to change — what better time for new years type resolutions than moving to another city. I am quite suspicious of trying to accomplish anything great that you start at the beginning of January — I prefer September and my birthday overall, but surely a new city gives you the potential for a whole new start. If it doesn’t make you feel too tired or exasperated at my lack of initiative (it really could go either way), here is a shortened list of new initiatives:
I have started running.
I have started outsourcing my knitting when I don’t have time to knit all my samples.
I have decided to keep the place cleaner (what else am I doing with my time anyway? — well aside from knitting, please see previous item).
I have decided to stop getting so worked up about work — it’s just a job after all.
I have started knitting a pair of socks (yes, socks — it’s a red letter change).
I have decided to many other things besides, some of which I can’t recall and some of which I don’t care to share.
I will leave you with a glipse of the brilliance that is my sock:
Surely only good things will come of this.
I may have made this confession before here, as it is something I dwell on, but it still kind of astonishes me — I have never knit a pair of socks.
I have approached it, but never actually crossed that line in the yarn to knitting a pair of honest to goodness socks. I knit a pair of slipper-socks once —Padded Footlets by Mary Snyder from Interweave Knits summer 2005 (no back issues available from Interweave) and Favorite Socks: 25 Timeless Designs from Interweave.
I gave the finished socks to my mother, so they are not available to photograph, but here is the picture from Interweave/Ravelry:
Mine are similar in colour, but I knit them using Sisu. This is a lovely pattern, though I didn’t enjoy knitting the padded sole, I can see that it is an inherently good idea. Sometimes when I visit my Mum lets me borrow them, and I kind of wish I had kept them.
But a real pair of socks never.
I guess I haven’t really understood the logic in knitting something that will get hidden in shoes. I also am not in general a cold footed person. I do however, really want to knit hosiery on my knitting machine. That will almost be the most exciting thing ever (well, the most exciting knitting related thing), if I can ever get the thing to consistently work for me. I like really short socks and socks at least long enough to come up to my knees — sock patterns are predominantly designed to come to mid calf. This of course is a stupid observation because I design knitting patterns and could make whatever socks I want, whatever length I want, but I always come back to sweaters.
There are other things I have never knit — shrugs, blankets, pants, skirts, bags, pillows. I guess I just like knitting sweaters and gloves.
Would really be worth cracking out the needles for. They are by Mari Muinonen and published in the current issue of Vogue Knitting (spring/summer 2009), Ravelry link here. I think I would make them a little longer and substitute a lace wieght yarn in a dark colour, like this.
A parting picture to muse on: