In Which I Have a Knitting Identity Crisis
Okay. Well. Since last we spoke, there were… events. And now I knit socks.
“So what?” you say.
I have NEVER had a single desire to knit a sock. Feet are gross. Socks go on feet. There’s a mathematical concept that says that if feet are gross, and socks are for feet, then socks are also gross, but I don’t remember the name of that concept because I’m just an English major. I digress.
I spent time writing about why I would never knit socks. I pretended not to think sock yarn was the most beautiful of all the yarns (aside from Malabrigo, of course). I thought I liked coming up with alternative projects for sock yarn when the yarn was just too beautiful to pretend.
Then the events happened.
Event #1, Or Where It All Started
I just moved out of my dorm, where I had drawer full of yarn. I also had clothes that wouldn’t fit in the my dresser, but since my priorities are in order, one whole drawer was just for yarn. All of that came home with me, and when added to the yarn I had at home, became problematic.
I’m not a stasher, per say. Not like some people are. I only buy yarn when I know what I’m going to do with it (mostly), and when I don’t know, I only buy one skein. I don’t hoard sweaters worth of wool. It would be the most fun ever if I did, but I just don’t have the space or the resources. College. Wedding. You know.
So now I’m on a yarn diet. I have enough yarn to keep me entertained for several months, mostly worsted weight (read: not sock yarn). But then the next event happened.
Event #2, Or Where the Real Problems Start:
At fiance’s house. Fiance is getting ready to drive me home. Stops to download a boxing podcast. Not working. Suggest fiance listens to knitting podcast. Chuckles all around. But wait. Knitting podcasts are a thing. I knit. I have an iPod, filled with music I’m totally sick of due to large amounts of commuting time. Perhaps…
(I know I’m 10 years behind on the idea of podcasting. That’s not the story here.)
Go on Ravelry. Find group about podcasting. Knitters like the Knitmore Girls podcast. Take a listen. They’re going on hiatus for the summer, right as I’m getting into it. Story of my life. But they are spunky, so decide to listen to from beginning, back in 2008. Two podcasts in, don’t remember what I did without Gigi and Jasmine in my life.
The Knitmore Girls knit a lot of socks. Talk about socks a lot. 90% of the time, maybe. Make it sound real nice. Make yarn seem even better than I pretended it wasn’t. Make having a stash of sock yarn seem like a good idea. Never leave without a sock in your purse, they say. I have a purse. Why is there no sock in my purse? Is this brain washing? It happened so fast.
Next thing I know, in frantic search through my stash for any fingering weight yarn that could go on feet. Lots of KnitPicks Palette. Won’t do. Doesn’t make my heart sing. Knitmore Girls say heart should sing. Find leftover Malabrigo Sock yarn. Pull out scale. 50g. Knitmore Girls say 100g needed. Ravelry!
Find pattern. Start sock. Finish sock. Put sock on. Will never stop knitting socks.
The sock is too big, and that’s my own fault. I didn’t use the right yarn the pattern called for, I didn’t use the needles it called for, and then, to top it off, I didn’t swatch. I was in such a desperate hurry to make something that resembled a sock, fit didn’t matter. And that’s fine. This was a practice pair. A stash-buster. I can wear them as slippers around the house like an old woman, because they are the comfiest! So soft and squishy.
So now the new summer goal is to use up as much of my stash as humanly possible so I can knit more socks later.