Which, I guess, is actually two weeks ago now.
The story behind the following picture is that I didn’t actually rendezvous with my Pure Knits yarn until I got back home to California. Instead, some serious sockage happened. I finished a mate to a single sock that has been hanging around since like 2005, and made that godawful Jaywalker into something useful, and then had to pick up brand new yarn along the way.
kind of hate posting about socks, to be honest. Like snowflakes, socks are all slightly different but they all look pretty much the same. I think I’m going to take a cue from Leslie Hall‘s gem sweater names. Try to guess which sock wasn’t named by me.
A) “Cape May Starbucks”, made of a mystery yarn given to me by my friend A’ndrea, who is pretty much the world’s biggest self-striping sock enabler. I think the yarn is some variety of Regia.
B) “Sandbox Collusion”, made of Lana Grossa Meilenweit Fun N’ Stripes plus some Jawoll for the toes and heels. Please notice the stripey fair isle heels. Not worth the effort at all. Don’t try it.
C) in progress “Four-Color Mash Note”, made of Sockotta purchased during an emergency trip to Crazy Girl Yarn Shop in Coralville, Iowa. (And a big high five to Mr. Q. D. Tip for taking me there.)
D) “Cable Rib Socks”, the first and last pair of socks I’ve made from recycled yarn. It was cotton. I’m also using that cotton to make the Clover Wrap thing. It’s a damn good thing I like the color.
Since someone on the internet might want information about Erica Alexander’s Cable Rib Socks from Interweave Knits Spring 2005 (find it, search engines!) I’m going to go ahead and document the stats.
Yarn: Recycled fingering weight cotton. Tres splitty.
Needles: BOTH size 0 and size 1. If I had to do this again, I’d just go with one size unless I decided to make them really long.
Time: Years. They just slipped off the radar somehow.
General Satisfaction: They’re a little tight, but I didn’t particularly take a gauge swatch. I’d make them again. Probably in wool.
Full Disclosure: I didn’t really make these because I felt that my life had a mulberry-colored regulation-length sock niche that needed filling. I made it because of this picture of them in Spring ’05 IK:
Why is my life not like this? What would make my existence just a little bit more like that of a comely redhead in geisha pajamas, surrounded by lush handknit bedding and some simple self-striping pleasure knitting on a beautiful spring day? Will the socks do this for me?
The answer was no. And I couldn’t find the pajamas anywhere, either.
The reason I won’t be taking the Cable and Rib socks to the hypothetical state fair is that they have two completely different toes! But after letting ‘em sit since 2005, I just. don’t. care.