Part of why I start so many socks (the number that I finish is inconsequential, really) has to do with the inevitable stop points along the way. Right now, I’ve got what may or may not be the yoke of a February Lady Sweater — I won’t know until I TRY IT ON.
This involves slipping the stitches onto scrap yarn, and a reckoning of some kind with whether my row gauge really was a little on the tight side at the very top or — as I desperately hope — not. I’m irrationally irritated and worried about slipping stitches onto scrap yarn. Irritated because I think that it will take SO much time and SO much effort, which is actually less than one aborted sock startup, which is what I will probably do to prolong the agony the inevitable. Worried because I think that I don’t know how to slip the stitches back on to needles in a way that won’t involve a row of seriously twisted stitches. But, you know, see above — the time I spend retwisting stitches into place won’t be that unbearable, particularly if the sweater is going to be so squishy and fabulous. I hope!!
Side note — I started this sweater two weekends ago when it was sunny and gorgeous out. I cranked out (what I think might be) the yoke during a three day stretch of doom and gloom weather, and then it got all sunny again, and the temperature shot up into the nineties. The forecast for this weekend is back down in the mid fifties/sixties and thunderstormy…
Which means more knitting this! Woo!
But you know, I’m still me. So I’ve started myah:
[Kai-Mei, Cookie A’s new book Sock Innovation in Sundara Sock Yarn in Prickly Pear which is sprightly and murky at the same glorious time)
and resumed myah:
which meant a dose of myah:
Ye Olde Toe-up sock, Socks that Rock Mediumweight in colorway Pride.
I’m particularly fond of the subtle reds and sweet blues at work here.