For the past week, when I wasn’t knitting and assembling Montes I have been working on a new design. I had ripped it back a few times, but I really thought I had it this time. I even turned the heel. Then I tried it on. It looked like ass. “It’s dark”, I thought. “I’ll wait until morning and look at it again.” Still ass. Last night I couldn’t take it any more. I wanted to knit something. Something that wasn’t a monster, wasn’t the never ending stockinette in the round sweater I have going, and that I didn’t have to record every little thing I did. In short – I wanted to knit someone else’s pattern. A pattern that was already written. That I didn’t have to think too much about. With funky coloured non-solid yarn. Yeah. I gave in. I tossed the sock yarn stash. I found something. I knew what pattern I wanted to go with it. Today I have this.
A sock blank from Wellington Fibres, bought a couple of years ago at their open house. It’s wool and mohair, very soft with a bit of a fuzz. I’m knitting the Oak Rib Socks from Nancy Bush’s Knitting Vintage Socks. Nancy knows what she’s doing when it comes to sock patterns, very little thought required on my part. So far I’m following the pattern exactly. (You know that isn’t going to last long.) And I’m loving it. It’s taken the edge off. I put the naughty pattern away, out of sight, into a little time out. Another day or two with these socks and I may be ready to re-chart that pattern. For this afternoon, I’m going to enjoy my fuzzy yarn and the colour changes. Cheers!