sock love

her socks, just laundered

Yesterday at my mother-in-law’s house, I found a clay bowl filled with the handknit socks that I knit her. It was only surprising because they’re usually on her feet. The story was that she has just washed the socks and they had been hanging on the stove handle, and when she began cooking our dinner she moved them to the bowl.

her socks

Noreen taught me how to mend socks, and when these started wearing thin I gave her the leftover yarn and she darned them herself. They are wearing thin in places and are due for another mend.

her socks

These were knit in Trekking XXL, color 100. I don’t think they make these colors anymore, which is a damn shame because it is one of the best colors ever for socks. Noreen calls them “the green socks” and they are her favorite.

The others were knit in Lorna’s Laces, and she wears them, too, but prefers the Trekking ones.

her socks

The Lorna’s socks haven’t needed mending. The bottoms are fuzzy, but with no apparent holes or weak spots. She owns another pair that were knit in Lion Brand Sock-Ease and of the three pairs, she likes them the least.

I have another pair of socks-in-progress for her, and I really should get to finishing them. No one loves and appreciates their handknit socks more than Noreen. I always say, she would give you the shirt off her back if you asked for it, but she would not ever give away her handknit socks.

Speaking of socks, I’m working on a new design! When Elinor announced her new sock contest, it sounded exciting and I was instantly inspired to take up the pins!  In the next couple of weeks, I should be ready to show you! It’s colorwork!

fiddleheads, revisited

I don’t read my old blog posts.  It’s in the past and I don’t need to hang onto it, you know?  But every once in a while I do read an old post and I’m usually surprised.  For example, I just read a post called “First Grade, Fiddleheads and Fathers” and it was quite good.  I wonder if I’ve lost that spark that used to make my blog so interesting?  Or was it ever interesting?  Not going to ponder this too much longer…

I was reading that old post because of today’s blog topic:


The Fiddlehead Mittens I sent to my sister.  I miss them so much.  I dream of them and long for them.  My sister reports that she wears them every day (long winter in AK), but there has been an empty place in my heart ever since I sent them to her.

Perhaps I am being dramatic?

To fill the void, I cast on for my own pair using a new handspun yarn, spun specifically for this pattern.  The fiber came from Maisy Day Handspun and it is corriedale.  Soft and sproingy and delish.

winter aconite

Yesterday morning I found my size 3 dpns, and began the captivating maneuver known as i-cord cast on.  It takes forever to accomplish, but I can’t tell if that’s because it takes a while or because I stop and admire the beauty of it every 33 seconds.

Then I spent all day yesterday knitting.  There was way more knitting than usual.  The thing about fiddleheads – they practically fly off the pins.

a second pair

I got up past the thumb gusset before I realized that the size 3s I thought I was using were actually size 2s.  Of course, I had a hunch.  Why else would I have checked?  But seriously, why would I knit all day like that when I knew – I just knew! – that the knitting was way tighter than it should have been?

The hand circumference is good, but not if I want to add a lining.  I think the biggest problem will be that at this gauge the mittens will probably be too short.  Also, since I’m a fiddlehead purist, I don’t want to fudge with the design, which includes a lining.

I will unravel and start again.  I guess they really will fly off the pins.