This was my living room the day before the movers arrived.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t fit it all into the footlocker. The new bulky and worsteds had to be wrapped up in a plastic bag and packed. The new lace weight, the bamboo and cotton yarns are happily wrapped up and locked away in the footlocker, however. Teehee. Lots of yarn. This makes me ridiculously giddy.
What doesn’t make me giddy is being mid move. However, even a move has it’s benefits. All this time without internet (I’m at the library currently) and no yarn to dye has given me quite a bit of time to actually, you know… knit. Those combat boot socks that have been sitting over at Ravelry as just a toe?
It’s a good sized sock, 11 US men’s shoe size, and designed to be worn with combat boots. Despite the progress, the more I knit this sock, the more frustrated I get with it. I know for a fact the cuff is getting longer, but each time I measure against my husband’s current combat boot socks, the shorter the cuff gets in comparison. I’m at a total loss how this works, but it’s how it’s working! My husband, bless his heart, willingly offers up his foot for sizing and pulls out a sock for comparison as needed. Each time he sees me biting back the last half of four letter words, he suggests that I could bind off and he could use them as lounge socks or bed socks or something, I really don’t have to knit him combat boot socks, even though he does appreciate the work that went into the single sock so far. The poor guy has even suggested that what has been dubbed the Combat Boot Sock Saga would make a great blog post. (He’s right, of course. I’m just dreading the second half of this saga… the second half is always more difficult before the triumphant end. Assuming it’s not a sad ending. But I will not let my base nature to frog overtake me. I will persevere!)
So there you have it. Yarn and socks. And coming soon, the beginnings of a pink SeaCell/Silk Orkney Pi Shawl. The needles are at my in-laws house, or should be today, and we’ll be driving through there on the way to the new base. Mmmm, new knitting needles. I printed out all 29 pages of the Orkney Pi pattern just in case I can’t take knitting these cursed Combat Boot Socks one night after 8 hours of driving. Because even my first try at lace knitting is preferable to knitting the same ribbing pattern over and over again on the cuff of this sock, all while his regular combat boot socks seemingly get longer and longer. One of the Great Mysteries of Knitting, I suppose. Lost stitches, lost rounds. I guess I’ll go knit a few more invisible inches on this sock before it’s time to pick up the oldest from school. Oy.
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These Socks Are Cursed
This was my living room the day before the movers arrived.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t fit it all into the footlocker. The new bulky and worsteds had to be wrapped up in a plastic bag and packed. The new lace weight, the bamboo and cotton yarns are happily wrapped up and locked away in the footlocker, however. Teehee. Lots of yarn. This makes me ridiculously giddy.
What doesn’t make me giddy is being mid move. However, even a move has it’s benefits. All this time without internet (I’m at the library currently) and no yarn to dye has given me quite a bit of time to actually, you know… knit. Those combat boot socks that have been sitting over at Ravelry as just a toe?
It’s a good sized sock, 11 US men’s shoe size, and designed to be worn with combat boots. Despite the progress, the more I knit this sock, the more frustrated I get with it. I know for a fact the cuff is getting longer, but each time I measure against my husband’s current combat boot socks, the shorter the cuff gets in comparison. I’m at a total loss how this works, but it’s how it’s working! My husband, bless his heart, willingly offers up his foot for sizing and pulls out a sock for comparison as needed. Each time he sees me biting back the last half of four letter words, he suggests that I could bind off and he could use them as lounge socks or bed socks or something, I really don’t have to knit him combat boot socks, even though he does appreciate the work that went into the single sock so far. The poor guy has even suggested that what has been dubbed the Combat Boot Sock Saga would make a great blog post. (He’s right, of course. I’m just dreading the second half of this saga… the second half is always more difficult before the triumphant end. Assuming it’s not a sad ending. But I will not let my base nature to frog overtake me. I will persevere!)
So there you have it. Yarn and socks. And coming soon, the beginnings of a pink SeaCell/Silk Orkney Pi Shawl. The needles are at my in-laws house, or should be today, and we’ll be driving through there on the way to the new base. Mmmm, new knitting needles. I printed out all 29 pages of the Orkney Pi pattern just in case I can’t take knitting these cursed Combat Boot Socks one night after 8 hours of driving. Because even my first try at lace knitting is preferable to knitting the same ribbing pattern over and over again on the cuff of this sock, all while his regular combat boot socks seemingly get longer and longer. One of the Great Mysteries of Knitting, I suppose. Lost stitches, lost rounds. I guess I’ll go knit a few more invisible inches on this sock before it’s time to pick up the oldest from school. Oy.
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