Okay, I’ve let the Knitter’s Review Retreat post hang up there long enough that some of you have wondered what happened to me. To prevent unwarranted use of Bullwinkle’s search and rescue canines, it’s time to send up a flare.
Re-entry after the retreat is never that easy. Mine was fraught with this knitting irony. I knitted a pair of socks for Darling Bebe at last year’s retreat, figuring it a great exercise to use the 2-at-a-time toe-up method I had just learned from Melissa Morgan-Oakes. Little did I know they would become the Most. Cherished. Knitted. Objects. Ever.
The child has worn them to bed every night except for when they were in the wash.
And then, it happened. While I was gone, blissfully charging along on some lace in pure ignorance, the child blew through the toe. More like, she rammed every little piggy through.
This requires more than just darning ~ and I doubt I’m up for
the task. So all other knitting had to go on hold so that Mommy could solve a Sleepin’ Sock Emergency, again 2AAT but top-down. And with purple yarn this time, according to Her Nibs’ wishes. Somehow I knew there was a reason I should not destash the Yarn Love Juliet in “Blackberry Jam.” May the nylon in this yarn, absent in the originals, help with durability. Then again, the child’s feet did grow enormously.
All other knitting is in time-out, that is, except for this little project. Yep. Duty knitting, pure and simple. Duty knitting on deadline no less. And it’s another sock. Obviously I dreamed up this pattern (loosely adapted from the Chubby Sock on the cover of the Interweave book Christmas Stockings) when I was a new knitter ~ and before I had an inkling that my sister would have four children who would need them. Of course, sibling greased the skids last year by giving me Signature circs in all of the available sizes for Christmas ~ so I never had any real choice about executing this last one.
Acquaintances have a common misperception that I am organized. My real friends know: my yarn is organized. In fact, I am so utterly pathetic that one friend five states away had a note in her calendar in July to remind me to start the dreaded thing. Back then, I had deadlines for Rhinebeck knitting … sigh.
It is fair-isle AND intarsia. Worked upside-down.
Will someone please stick pins in my eyes instead?
Will someone please teach me to hold my yarn properly for stranding?
At least when I am past the big intarsia motif, I can join it into the round and triple my speed. At least it’s on worsted-weight yarn. And then I can go back to Sleepin’ Socks and knitting anything at all I want, with no deadlines and no duty.