I consider myself to be a “sock knitter.” I’ve made a quadrillion pairs of socks, and, although I gravitate toward the more simple patterns nowadays, I have been known to take on a challenge or two. I knit socks. It’s kind of what I do.
A few days ago, I finished a pair of socks that I had begun in the Fall of ’09. I knit the first one real quickly, but, because I usually do two-at-once, by the time I casted off, I wasn’t so in to starting the second one. So, I didn’t. Then, as I was working on my knitting goals (something I do every coupla months, and sometimes it actually inspires me to finish long-languishing projects), I started the toe of sock #2. A few more months went by, and last weekend, on a family vacay to the coast with my baby and my babydaddy, I got back to it. From some scattered notes I wrote on the pattern, I assumed I was working a certain size. Assume being the key word here. As my 9th-grade math teacher always said, you know what happens when you ASSUME: you make an ASS out of U and ME. Yeah.
The second sock felt a bit big, but, if you know me, you know that sometimes the details get on my last nerve, so I just kinda pushed on through. I finished the sock, wove in the ends, went back to sock #1, wove in THOSE ends, and went to bed. The next morning, I put the socks on, and, guess what?
I have, quite literally, never made a more fraternal pair of socks in my life. Will I rip and re-knit? If you are asking that question, you honestly don’t know me. When a project is done, it’s DONE. I even wore them the other day, and they didn’t feel all that weird. Maybe they’ll block out (haha!).
Pattern: Salish Sea Socks, by Cat Bordhi (a fabulously amazing pattern, if you actually follow it correctly for both socks. We have it here in the shop).
Yarn: BMFA STR Mediumweight, Bella Coola colorway, from Rockin’ Sock Club a few years ago.