Listen my children while I tell you the story of a fickle, fickle knitter. Not so long ago, this knitter was heard to mumble on her blog that she hated making socks and wasn’t going to make them anymore. Yet just a few short months later, this knitter was so enamored of knitting socks that all of her other projects lay neglected. She bought sock yarn, she bought sock books, she downloaded a least a gazillion free patterns from the internet (thanks Sockbug – whose link seems to be broken!). She even learned a new technique, two socks at once using a Turkish cast on:
Despite her pleasure at this new technique and the wonderful colors of the Wildfoote, it didn’t take her long to realize that she wasn’t going to finish these socks. Why not, you may ask? Because the yarn seemed rough and harsh to her fingers and she knew that the socks would be rough and harsh on her dainty little feet. So she frogged. Then the knitter found some lovely Lorna’s Laces at her LYS:
So she cast on for a new pair of socks. Despite her pleasure at the softness of the yarn and the delightful colors, it didn’t take her long to discover that these socks weren’t going to fit. The Lorna’s Laces is finer than the sock yarn previously used by the knitter and knitted up to 9 stitches per inch rather than 8. With a 56 stitch sock, there was a real and present danger that these socks would cut off her circulation. So she frogged. In the meantime, another foray to the LYS led to this:
A new sock yarn the knitter had never seen before – St. Ives. Oh, the colors, oh the humanity of it all. Soft grey heathered oh so subtlely with purple and blue. The knitter completely forgot about the Lorna’s Laces waiting at home and couldn’t wait to cast on with the new yarn. But wait, there’s more:
What’s this? A package arrived in the mail. The long awaited Trekking. The knitter wants you to know that the photo doesn’t even begin to do it justice. The soft, pastel colors are not in the least garish. And the texture is guaranteed to caress the knitter’s delicate little toes like cashmere.
So, what’s the knitter to do? Three skeins of sock yarn are calling their siren song – all at the same time. To say nothing of the eight skeins of 50% off wool that the knitter picked up for CIC fingerless mittens. And what of the Baby Dale that is mere hours from the finish line? All I know is that this knitter is definitely the Bode Miller of the Knitting Olympics – all flash, no focus and too busy partying with all these luscious yarns to settle down and get to business. But one thing this knitter does know. One picture of a cute baby in a sweater Nana made for her and all is forgiven: