This was the last skein of yarn I bought before embarking on 9 months of Cold Sheeping, and it was knitting up suspiciously like kitchen cotton: not soft, not mom-worthy. So I gave it away, and broke my Cold Sheep streak after 290 days (I checked) with the Handmaiden Casbah, the yarn equivalent of dating a supermodel.
There are some people who think a handknit is appropriate for every gift-giving occasion – I, sadly, am not one of them, because if I committed to that philosophy, I would do nothing but knit gifts for others. And yet? I broke my own rule last week when I whipped out this little number for [...]
I also got some book by these two knitters who like to make dishcloths and are fond of Rowan – you might have heard of it? Two cowgirls on the cover and log cabin knitting inside?
Will she finish the socks – ANY SOCKS – in 16 days?
If you’re going to buy only one sock book this year…who am I kidding? No one stops with just one sock book….
I love my SockaPal2za socks, I loved knitting socks for my sock pal, but I want to wear a finished sweater in the worst way, man.
We are all about the small knitting victories here at Knit One, Purl Too. And, sock pal? I think you’re getting Koigu – nothing’s too good for you!
I am all about the small gestures, which is why I heart Laurie and her lovely gift of sock yarn. P.S. Opal, I was wrong about you – I think we’re going to have a beautiful future together.
Everything was going along smoothly until I, um, tried the sock on. It’s about an inch too small; I can get it over my ankle, but as they say in the South, “it’s like stuffing ten pounds of sugar in a five pound bag.”
“Knitted together, we stay together, no matter how angry you get at the dog” appears to be the Magic Stripes motto.
