Many years ago one of my older kids used to have a very un-endiaring habit. Whenever this child felt bored or slightly peckish he would wail pathetically “I am sooo, sooo hungry” and then precede to refuse every food offered to him.
Thankfully, this kid has long since outgrew this behavior and made fast progress from mildly irritating shenanigans to truly horrifying stunts like driving a vehicle.
His Mother on the other hand is another story.
For a few months I have been coping with a sock hunger. I wanted to knit more socks, I definitely needed more socks, I had some gorgeous sock yarn arranged where I could see it and be inspired, but no socks resulted.
A few times I cast on but no progress was made past the first 10 rounds.
The reason for it was that I was bored with the old sock patterns I used for my socks. I wanted something new and fresh. But at the same time I wanted a pattern that I could knit using half-brain mode. I believe with all my heart and liver that the day will come when I am not interrupted every 47 seconds. But this day is not here yet.
A few months before we left US for Israel I bought myself a really lovely pair cashmere gloves. Needles to say that I had no need of them here, in Israel, and therefore I put them in a really good place. Problem with that was that when I needed them before going to Philly at the end of December I could not find them. Yes, since you are asking I did find them later. Two days after I came back!
Since I did not have the gloves I took some nice six ply sock yarn with me to make the replacement mittens.
Here I am going to jump sideways.
In five years I have really managed to forget what is the Winter in New York feels like.
Not only did I not take gloves, I did not take a coat too, figuring that a really heavy shawl should do it. Thank you, Mom and Tamar, for making sure I that I did not freeze to death.
Back to the story. One of the first things to get gifted were my mitts (my Sister really liked them and they fit…). So almost the first thing I did was to start my pair of mittens. OK, now I can safely say that one should not start figuring out a new pattern while fresh Jet Lag makes all things look possible. Three days later I had 50 rounds of nice cabled tube that could safely house my both hands at the same time. That thing was way, way too wide. So I ripped. And re-knit the same 50 rounds in the same pattern but with about half the stitches. It was still too wide! At this point I simply got offended. Put away the monster into its project bag and decided not to look at it for a while.
A few days ago I came across that project bag and in a fit of efficiency (thankfully very rare affliction for me), decided to frog the darned thing and use the project bag for something else.
And then And then the light bulb went on! While the tube was too wide to be a mitten it was the perfect width for a sock!
And almost half of the first sock was already done!
There was only one thing I could do – start the heel flap!
I am now happily past my sock block and past the heel too.
I love the nice little fat cables on my Twisted Sock. I am not sure they will look good on my leg, but who cares, I like them. End of doubts.
My goal for tonight is to finish the gusset and actually write down what I did, while I still remember. Since I do want to knit the mate that will match it.