Good news for my Norwegian Stocking - she is not destined to spend her life alone. In fact, she may be in good company as it seems a good time of year to be a sock. Although I have chosen to bow out of Sock Wars
, I am whole-heartedly signing up to Socktoberfest
! Another plot by the lovely Lolly to keep me knitting rather than doing housework or other trivial things.
I have been padding about in my first socks
contemplating what the attraction of handknitted socks actually are. It's simple. They're special. I am well aware that Primark sell 6 pairs of perfectly functional socks for £2. They'll keep your feet warm (ish), your shoes from smelling like dumpsters and your slightly unshaven leg from peeking out into the autumn rain. But can it really compare with the a carefully hand-knitted sock that gently cuddles the curves of my (hobbit-like) feet? Of course not. Knitting socks is a pleasure because it is a luxury.
I have discovered something wonderful too - I can knit in the car on the way to work. This is a great guilt-free opportunity to catch up on a simple sock. Don't be alarmed - my boyfriend does the dirivng while I catch up on the happenings of the togs with Mr. Wogan. So, I decided to start a little socky delight for my drive to work...
Yum. The yarn was from my first experiment in Kool Aid dyeing from Project Spectrum
. Nice, isn't it?
This is also my first toe-up sock. I have been fearing the toe up method for some time but decided on Mondyay night that it was now or never. Coffee? Check. Biscuits? Check. So I began. I started with Knitty's handy tutorial on toe-up starting points
. My first attempt was with the short row toe and was... tore up. This is partially because of my feeble attempt atcrochet. I was not happy. So I moved on to the figure 8 method. Success. In fact, before long, I was knitting away at it like a demon.
The heel went fairly smoothly but needed a little bit of cosmetic surgery to fix some gaps when I was done... but we all could benefit from a little nip and tuck somewhere. My other mistake was to bind off a little too tightly. Still, as you can see from the pics, there's something enchanting about the woolly neon slouch at my ankle.
On a dreary Saturday afternoon, a technicolour sock makes me rather happy. It's only a 3-day week for me at work next week so I will have to knit pretty speedily to get Sock 2 finished. As it is eerily quiet here, I'm going to grab another cup of chai tea and make like a Norwegian...