I meant to post last week, but the world did that thing it tends to do every now and then, and threw us a curve ball. We’ve spent the week catching up with ourselves.
I had two knitting projects I was working on.
The first is a pair of socks for my husband, in Wendy Roam I picked up at Handmaid Craft Day last year.
The second is Mossy Bells for my daughter, in Noro Silk Garden Sock. I’ve had this in my stash for years, it was originally supposed to be a Clapotis, but there wasn’t enough.
They were both irritating me, the sock yarn is a bit rough (although fine for sailing socks for himself) and the Silk Garden is hard on the hands. I love silk, but one day I will have to admit that my hands don’t appreciate it. Not today though. The other think I should have learned by now is that ribbed socks are so boring, and not even my netflix subcription can make them interesting. Especially in a mens size 11.
So I cast on something else, in my new sock yarn.
Some selfish knitting, socks for myself. They are a pattern that I wrote years ago, but it needs some work and some new photos. So that means new socks 🙂 Yellow, because everyone seems to be talking about yellow lately, and I got sucked in. I’m nearly done the first sock.