One Down, One to Go

Do you happen to remember the sock I was knitting last December? The one with the cute stripes? Well I'm proud to report that eight months later it is finally done. The funny thing is it did not take me eight months to knit; in fact, I didn't knit at all during that time. I got stuck at the gusset and put it away.

Last Sunday I found myself with some free time and a desire to knit, so out came the sock and by Wednesday it was done.



I started the sock on double pointed needles, but the needles were rubbing my hand the wrong way so I switched to the magic loop. Oh boy is it magical, and easy and fast. I don't know if I can go back to dpn's or two circular needles now that I've seen the light.

I had a few sleepless nights this past week, which meant a lot of quiet knitting time. I really can't complain about that, even if I have been yawning all day. I did learn, however, that trying to graft a toe at 4 AM is not the best idea. I'll have to keep my shoes on if I'm ever around other knitters. (Sorry, no picture; but trust me, it ain't pretty.)

Because I am somewhat of a perfectionist (despite the imperfect kitchener stitch), I have decided to *try* and match up the pattern in the yarn for my second sock. Rather than rolling up a small ball of yarn between where the first sock ended and the next sock needs to begin, I knit up a baby sock this afternoon.



Toes grafted at 7 PM are much prettier. This baby won't need to keep her shoes on.



While I don't need baby socks, it will be nice to have a pair on hand for a gift. And there is nothing like knitting a baby sock in one day to boost a knitter's confidence. Never mind the sock that took me eight months.

We are off to the mountains this weekend. I have high hopes of whipping up the second sock (maybe socks?) in between long bike rides along the river and a fairly large dose of nothing. I'll be back Wednesday, hopefully with another sock or two.