Finished Objects

For some reason I'm on a tear about socks. I have a few lonely socks needing mates, but instead I've been knitting pair after pair of new socks. Mostly because the new ones are for friends, I suppose, and the lonely socks needing mates are either for me, or for my husband, who does not deserve socks (because he's so fanatically picky and acts as if he's doing me a favor when I knit him a pair) but I make them for him anyway.

These are my latest. This is a pair for Scott:

I will be staying with Scott in Chicago when I go to Stitches Midwest. He deserves socks. This is the first time I've used Colinette Jitterbug and I must say it's lovely stuff. Just gorgeous. Soft and cushy. I've heard horror stories about the low yardage of the yarn, but I had plenty left. Granted, Scott's feet are not large, and there isn't a very long cuff on the socks.

This next pair is for Doris:

It's my own hand-dyed self-striping yarn--Henry's Attic Treadsoft (it should be called Treadsoftsoftsoft). Quite the pain in the ass to dye, I must say.

Now, I have dived head-first into my first pair of Socks that Rock, in Farmhouse medium weight. This is the cake of yarn:

And this is the cuff so far:

Just a simple 3x1 rib.

Part of the reason i started this blog is to keep a visual record of my finished objects. Doris already has a sweater in Noro Kureyon that I neglected to take a picture of before I sent it to her, and Scott has a scarf that I didn't photograph either.

Another reason I started this blog is to record my spending on knitting and knitting related items. Bless me father, for I have sinned. But listen, if Patternworks is selling Koigu for $6.99 a skein, who can blame me for indulging? Okay, so I didn't have to purchase another $75 worth of yarn from Woolygirl, all in the same afternoon. Not to mention the $150 I plunked down for five Lucy Neatby dvds.

Sock yarn, I have decided, is like heroin. One day they're going to make a movie called "Sockspotting." It will be about a group of obsessive sock knitters who troll through various yarn shops, "scoring" yarn, hiding their stash, and indulging in dazed group knit-ins.

They'll all be high. On kool-aid fumes. And not one of them will look like Ewan McGregor.