The Joy of Socks

I'm going to skip talking about putting the garden to bed, and get right to my exciting knitting projects.

Despite being discouraged by my discovery that I had been doing one of the most basic stitches in knitting wrong, I persisted in my quest to knit myself a pair of socks. I've learned a lot from this project. First of all, I hate knitting things to fit. This is the first time I've done that, excluding making scarves long enough which doesn't count, and I don't like it. I like to pick up a pattern, knit it according to what it says, and be done with it. But since I have big calves, and the wrong needles, that wasn't going to happen with a pair of socks. So I experimented, knowing I'd probably have to rip back and start over, and my enthusiasm died. The pair of socks sat by where I sit to watch tv for weeks. I'd look at it and think really hard about knitting it, but I never really had the urge to pick it up.

So instead I went to JoAnn's, bought self striping sock yarn and different needles, and knit the basic sock pattern on the inside of the label. They fit. They look amazing. I'm ready to try more of this.

The second sock is done, the ends need to be woven in. I've chosen the method of blocking known as "wearing the sock". I'll let you know how that turns out.