I’m on a sock kick at the moment to re-make myself a decent hand knit sock stash. My socks were getting worn, weak, and ill-fitting but I was spending all my time either taking care of Rowan or knitting for other people. Stupid Christmas. So now it’s my turn! And I want socks!
I had a WIP for far too long that needed to be taken care of before I got to any serious sock making. Remember these?
The Golden West sock kit I got at a fibre festival? Well I knit one and a half of them and they didn’t fit. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the instructions weren’t more like a conversation about knitting socks rather than an actual pattern. It also wouldn’t have been so bad if I wasn’t referencing about three different sections of the “pattern” at any time. Or maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if I didn’t have to rip and re-knit each section several times before it was right.
In any case, I completely frogged this and re-started. I even had to wash the frogged yarn first because it had been so long.
Amazingly, I am back to exactly where I was in this picture, except that they now fit! In fact, they might even be a bit loose on the foot but I’ll take it. The second time around the pattern sucks just as much, but I do understand the idea a bit more so it’s going faster. Maybe I will get these done before Rowan graduates from University.
To satiate my sock lust, I knit something simple, familiar, and comforting.
Noro Kureyon, knit with opposite ball ends to make some stripes. Not once, but twice!
When the going gets tough, abandon it and start something easier until you feel like you can be bothered to do the first thing again. Very important life lesson, brought to you by cowboys, socks, and the number 3.