The Red Sweater

My First Sock

So, I’ve knitted a sock. A sock and a half. It was cool to see the variegated yarn begin to take shape in it’s fancy pattern. And it was cool to see how the simple heel was made. And it was rewarding to see that the heel used exactly one stripe of color so it stands out. And finally, it was interesting to dig into the second ball and find the exact same beginning point in the pattern for the second sock, and see it work out.

But that’s it, I think. Been there, done that.

I don’t think I will become a sock knitter, no offense to those of you who are. Maybe it’s because I don’t wear socks in general. But I also think this particular sock, the one I’ve made, it horribly ugly. I’ll never wear these. Certainly not out of the house. And I haven’t ever seen any other patterns or yarns out there that I would wear. And I think with knitting or sewing it’s the challenge of the design that I find interesting. Calvin Klein doesn’t design socks. Neither does Rowan. And I don’t make them. (except for this last one of the pair, that I will finish someday, just because I should).

My sweetie actually picked this yarn out himself

‘Mel’ from Rowan’s Big Wool book

The Bond Ultimate Knitting Machine