One down, twelve to go:
The details:
The yarn is Opal, and it surprised me the other day that the shades of violet in this sock yarn are the same ones in the violet fibre I'm spinning.
Needles used: 2.0mm Inox. DPNs. None of that magic loop or two-circ stuff for me, I like my DPNs.
Pattern: Outta my head. I like my socks no-nonsense. I like K2P2 rib, I like short-row heels and toes (though I do think I should improve my technique. On the other hand, they go in shoes, so who cares?) Anyone who wants a pair from me gets 'em like this, or not at all.
I made up a chart a few years back, on which I record and keep track of socks. It has a place to note needle size (though why, I don't know, because I always use 2.00 mm needles), the yarn used, and its colour (but lately I've been stapling the ball band to the chart). Then there's a spot for things like number of stitches cast on, number of ribbing rows, number of rows to the heel, how many stitches worked in the heel, number of rows in the foot, how many stitches worked in the toe (same as heel).
There's also a spot for additional notes -- sometimes, I'll pick up some extra stitches after the heel and decrease them down the foot, just to give a better fit.
This is what works for me. I no longer feel any burning desire to knit socks any other way but this (though I will confess to being briefly tempted by Eunny Jang's Bayerische socks -- I may still make those, as I'm interested in the Bavarian twist stitches and have never actually knit them, and would like to).
Socks are my mindless knitting. They're what I take to wait for appointments, or what I knit in the evening when I'm too tired to concentrate on anything else. Socks were the only things I actually could knit last year after I fell.
I have a very practical, no-nonsense view of socks. I make them in sock yarn made for that purpose. I don't see the point of making them in something fancy or froufrou. They need to wear well. They need to last a reasonable amount of time.
(Okay, I'll confess that I wouldn't mind trying out Socks that Rock, or Lisa Souza sock yarn, or anything else that causes many folks to drool. But just Once. Just for the experience. But that's more about the experience than the socks, I think.)
So, that's one pair out of thirteen done. At this rate (one pair of socks per month), I'll be one short at the end of the year. But I've been awfully busy this past month -- I feel as if I hit the ground running the moment I crawl out of bed in the morning, and I don't stop until very late in the evening. Yesterday, I couldn't figure out why the radio had come on in the middle of the night, only to realize that it wasn't actually the middle of the night, it was 7 a.m., and the radio was coming on at the right time, and oh, god, was I tired.
I think an end-of-January re-assessment of what I'm doing is probably in order. I do think blogging every weekday has been an interesting experiment and a good routine, but it does take a lot of time. So does thinking about the Project 365 photos. So does changing my routine at the gym (which is making me really unhappy, but then it's a big change I'm working on. However, it seems to have had the unfortunate side-effect of causing my fibro to flare rather badly, which is the exact opposite effect I was working towards. I need to get stronger so that I can cope better with the fibro, not end up on the floor because my body doesn't like the new routine. Tweaking is in order, I guess).
Okay, that's enough whinging for today.
Oh, almost forgot -- just out of curiousity I timed myself on grafting the toe at the end. Fifteen minutes. I'd thought maybe I could do it in ten. I'll blame it on cold, stiff fingers (fibro flare), and the fact that I was watching Questions pour un Champion at the same time, so my mind was half on that. Three-quarters on that. I love that show...
But so I can end on a positive note today, I have to say -- I like grafting. I am good at grafting. I have no complex about grafting. Show me the grafting!
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