Almost there!

March 23, 2008

The neverending sock only has two more chart repeats and the toes to go.

The neverending kitchen set is halfway through the last towel.

I’ve been too sick to knit more than a stitch here and there for a week now, so even if I weren’t in trudge-mode, they’d feel endless. I’m counting on my sugar induced highs from my Easter candy to get me through these before the end of the month. That and really wanting to start (and finish) the next pair of socks on my list that were supposed to be an Easter present. WTH is Easter doing happening so early anyway?

Happy Bun Day!


The Stash Knit Down challenge for the month is to knit up sock stash. I was really excited about it, and swooped through my first pair really quickly.

But I’m working on a sock right now that I’m hating. I don’t know if it’s the yarn, or the color, or the pattern, or that they’re charted, or something else. But normally I get through a pair of socks in a few days to a week. I’m still on the first sock of this pair, not even to the toe, and I started it on the 5th. And they’re footlets. My last pair of footlets took 3 days.

The last socks were wonderful, though. Really fun to knit once I got a hang of the lace repeats, and beautiful. The yarn was perfect. I love them. I wouldn’t mind knitting more.

Pattern: Pumpkin Vine Socks by f. pea
Yarn: Cherry Tree Hill Supersock Merino

I shortened the leg a bit, afraid they wouldn’t go over my calves. If I knit them again, I’ll probably go smaller needles or smaller size and do the full leg length. They’re a lot stretchier than I expected.

I suppose the plus side of trying to get through a bad pair of socks, is that while stalling, rather than start other projects, I tend to learn stuff.

Like provisional cast on.

And Intarsia.

I always thought I’d do Fair Isle first, but apparently not. Necessity, and all that… I’m using up a bunch of cotton scraps for a snuggle.

I’ve also gotten a lot of kitchen knits done, but no pictures, yet. I’m waiting for the “set” to be finished.

Time to see if I can get to the toe without falling asleep. Hopefully the second sock is less obnoxious, somehow.


March 9, 2008

Someone asked me a couple days ago how I got into knitting. I hadn’t really thought about it. I’d wanted to knit for so long that the why, or how, never really crossed my mind. Just being happy that I finally took the initiative to learn how. But when asked, I realized, I spent 20 years consciously wanting to learn to knit. When I was 8, my mother tried to teach me to crochet, and I really wasn’t getting it. It wasn’t her fault, or mine, really. It was just that I didn’t want to crochet, I wanted to knit. I knew I would be a knitter, if I only had the opportunity.

I tried to explain this to her at the time, and I think I didn’t explain it correctly (I mean, I was 8), or she thought I was just sulking, or her own dislike of knitting influenced her, but she shot me down pretty quickly. I did eventually learn to crochet when I was 20 or so and a friend of my mom’s decided to teach me (IIRC, because I was fidgeting too much). I enjoy the quickness of it, and some of the things it can produce that knitting can’t. But not the process. I’m guessing that’s why I learned crochet, and then didn’t pick up another hook for eight years.

I’m a process knitter. I have no second sock syndrome. I’m cool to frog things and start over, other than my own internal sense of deadline or production quota (sometimes I feel like I’m trying to make up for lost time, here). I will make the same pattern over and over just to get it perfect. I do sometimes get cranky at myself for screw ups, and cranky at others when I’m interrupted while counting (or tinking), but it’s getting more and more rare.

I have just always wanted to knit. I don’t know where it comes from, or how I got into it, or anything. It was just in me, waiting for me to get my shit together, pick up some pointy sticks and go. As for why that moment, finally? Well, it’s complicated, but it has a lot to do with infertility treatments, and healing, and just needing it to a degree that it outweighed my self doubt.

So I guess the only answer I have is that I never did get into it — I have always been a knitter, I just haven’t always knit.