One week before Christmas I cast on my last pair of socks for the holiday. They were for my youngest nephew who’s 5 so at least I wasn’t attempting an adult pair. Like everyone, I still had my regular life and holiday events to participate in, so I came up with a strategy to maximize my chances for success. …
I spent most of the fall traveling for work. These socks were my constant companion from the end of September to late November (with that much travel they should have come together much more quickly.) They started over coffee in a funky hotel coffee shop. Kept me company watching the last weekend of baseball on my phone in…
I spent the summer and early fall knitting socks in the appropriate mossy green colour (Knit Picks Felici in Treehouse). Going back through the photos was like a revisitation of my summer work and travels: On the ferry: Of course conference calls: Watching baseball in a hotel room: Hanging out at the wharf on security duty:…
I relearned to crochet with summer and quickly developed an obsession with granny squares. I was quite content mixing up colours and using up my scrap yarn until I was distracted by a post from my Facebook timeline. I like many knitting related pages and occasionally a crochet post will creep in among them. One such post was…
The week before Christmas: when all the ends have to woven in whether you feel like it or not. This pair of socks came together quickly and apparently mostly in airports.
Confession: I lose track of things, even things I knit. What’s worse is when I lose track of not-quite-completed knits. I have this vague concept that they’re out there somewhere, languishing in the bottom of a bag only a few (or many) rows or hours from completion. This doesn’t include projects with ends that need to be woven in; those…
