Skittle SocksDecember 28, 2004
Hey! How were your holidays? I guess they're not over yet, are they? Lots of people have the week off, and bless 'em. Me, I have to go back to work tonight. I got off Christmas morning, took a brief nap for driving safety, drove the 250 miles home, ate dinner, and PASSED OUT. I think I slept twelve hours that night, something I never manage to do.
We did open prezzies, though, which was fun. Bethany's still in Montana, and we missed the hell outta her, but here are the other Herron gals:
Didn't knit anything for anyone this Xmas. I made Lala some socks out of Twisted Sister yarn the color of Skittles:
but she only accidentally got them near Christmas. A happy coincidence, I think.
I used the same yarn, different color, for a pair for myself, which I just finished. Now, I have a method for making socks. I'm no embellisher, no cables or lacework in my socks, just a good toe-up sock, with a ribbed cuff. I know how long to make each part of a sock for myself by measuring it as I go against my hand. Therefore, after I finished sock #1, I put it away and didn't refer to it again until sock #2 was completed. That's when I realized that I must have bought a different dye-lot.
Whoops. And honestly, I really don't care, since they're for me. Now that's got to be a FAST trotting horse, but trot it does.
And while we're on knitting (briefly, don't worry, I'm sure I'll neglect knitting content for weeks after this spate), here's the Manos my friend Lynn sent me:
Doesn't its beauty just hurt? Mmmm. Here's what I'm thinking: A reg'lar ole bottom-up raglan, but with stripes, and maybe a wee cable up both arms. And that's when I lose control, start thinking about the LARGE cable I could put up the front, a la Starmore, with the stripes running through them, and I have two thoughts: #1: Slow it down, partner! One thing at a time. #2: It's my sweater and I can do whatever I want with it, thus the joy of knitting. (That's what Mariko said when we met for coffee the other night. Her husband is as nice as she is, and that's a very large statement. And she didn't throw anything at me as retribution for essentially outing her as a child-Santa-phobe a couple of post ago.)
But I do admit a nice simple stripey raglan might be just the thing.