Over the Cliff We Go! Wheeeeeee!
May 14, 2006
And a very happy Mother’s Day to you and to everybody who has a mother, is a mother, or knows a mother.
Hey look! Here, in all its imperfect glory, is my new sock puppet:
I have discovered another use for it when it’s not talking to me:
Things I Have Learned Along the Way While Knitting Sock the First:
1. Using two circular needles is a very fine way to make a sock. It’s like my friend who had twins and said it seemed perfectly normal to nurse two babies at the same time–who knew there was any other way? I didn’t lose or drop a needle; I didn’t stick myself in the hienie when sitting down. But knitting with those sheenyshiny Addis during a sunny afternoon requires sunglasses. Once again, the case for never, ever going outside.
2. Number of stitches dropped during manufacturing of this sock: Three. Time spent fishing three size 1 stitches back onto the needle: Fourteen thousand bazillion hours. This Trekking XXL yarn is great, but Jehovah help you if you drop a stitch and lack a tiny crochet hook for stitch retrieval. The plies are confounding once they tangle up and you end up putting a stitch and a half back on the needle, or a half a stitch, or jeeeez just don’t ever drop a stitch OK? Or get yourself a decent hook OK?
3. I seem not to be the only person who is knitting socks. Thanks for the welcome to the coven, all you wack sockists out there.
Something Else I’ve Lemminged Onto
Another item in the category Stuff I Am Destined To Try Whether I Mean To Or Not . . .
Don’t get me wrong, I love a happy, colorful blanket. But I’m here to stand up for the happy, gloomy blanket. As a longtime collector of tweedy yarns, I have been waiting and waiting for the project that would best give me the chance to use as many of my little gloomy pets as possible. As I watched you endlessly mitering away, I had the thought, over and over, that once I got home, I’d dive into my warehouse of grays and browns and murkies and explore the quiet (not to say utterly depressed and won’t-get-out-of-bed) side of the mitered square.
Here’s where we stand:
Rowan Yorkshire Tweed, Rowanspun, Rowan Felted Tweed, Kathmandu DK, Rowan Harris Tweed (now Scottish Tweed). The rule is that it must be a DK yarn, it must have flecks not just heathering, and it can’t be too cheerful.
I’m knitting them according to the Gospel of Fours As Prescribed by Kay, and I stitched a couple of extras on the edges to see how the pattern is shaping up.
A DK is not always a DK. You’ve got your skinny DKs and fat DKs, and it means you can end up with this situation:
Failure to Align.
But I’m looking at this whole project as a giant swatch, and it may take a while to find the right matches of shades and values and weights and tweediness and . . . [trails off into stupor; decides to return to Sock Number Two]
I’m guessing that each miter will have three stripes of varying widths. Kind of a boxy deal. But as this thing progresses, who knows where it’ll end up?
I may make a sock puppet out of it.