Slog

This time, I've really lost all sock hoppity--just in time to think it might be second sock syndrome.



The pattern (the Welsh traveling socks from Shear Spirit, but worked over 72 stitches instead of 64, with a 1 x 1 rib cuff and continuing the garter stitch/stockinette stitch ribs down the heel flap) is lovely, and I really like the yarn (Luster Sox, from Dye Dreams, in the evergreen colorway), but I'm ready to knit something else.

But I'm going to finish, darn it--although I'm going to end with a pair of baby socks, partly because of the impending end of the sock year (on Sunday), and partly because the two full skeins of sock yarn I have left want to be shawls.

I don't think it's just that I want them not to be socks. One is Schaefer Anne--which I love for socks--but which it turns out I also love for shawls.

See?





I finished this Sunday night, blocked it yesterday, and mailed it off to Interlaken this morning. I think I should make one (or one like it) for me, don't you?

And the other skein is Madeline Tosh Sock. It's a lovely shimmery purple, but it's 100% wool, and as I've decided I like a bit of nylon in my socks, I think it would do better as a shawl too.

And that's it, in the Complete Skeins of Sock Yarn Department! I even made it through two visits to the MA Sheep and Wool Festival without buying any sock yarn... although I did buy some Spunky Eclectic roving that I'm planning to turn into sock yarn. Just probably not in time to knit up the socks by Sunday.

(Pictures of my new fiber and scary graphs of the elevation gains from our bike rides, coming soon! I might even mean that "soon"!)