The eager sock knitter


Socks. For reasons unknown to me, this fall I feel an urge to knit socks. Last year I kind of wanted it too but felt discouraged by the limited use I noticed.  After I had blogged about that though, people started to come up to me and mention their interest in hand knit socks. I made three pairs as Christmas gifts but then it was done and the sock knitting itch was over. This year it’s back. I think about knitting socks whenever I’m not actaully knitting socks (and then I want the sock to be done so I can cast on a new on in even more delicious yarn and another delicious pattern). It slowly crept up from behind and started when I bought a skein of sock yarn as I was ordering yarn for some other things. Then it was the impulse-buying of three pair’s worth of sock yarn. Then another skein of sock yarn made it’s way into my home.

Then due to last weeks moth panic attack I cast on a sock and kept knitting on it. Then the urge hit me full scale in the stomach and I keep looking at new patterns and new yarn and maybe I should even get some better needles to accomodate this. I think this might be the answer to yesterday’s thoughts about Christmas. I know socks were on my list last year but socks aren’t forever and if you’ve worn them correctly (and enough) they should be pretty much done by know. Or, you might have two pairs. That works too. Or, I’ll just keep all my socks for myself, I haven’t decided yet. I will try to finish my cardigan (it’s out of the freezer since this morning) and I’ll obviously knit on the Great Lace (equally out of the freezer), but other than that, I think it’s socks. Socks, socks, socks. At least till the itch fades.

No plan


I was once on a date without knowing it was a date and it wasn’t until the date in question said “I have no plan” that I got what was going on. I admit there were other hints as well but I was completely oblivious, I just thought I was dancing with a very polite person. I also admit that “I have no plan” is not a universal way of telling someone that they are on a date, it depends heavily on context and I wouldn’t recommend it unless you’ve built up to it earlier. Instead, asking someone to a dance is a more universal way of asking someone out but in this case, and this context, it wasn’t obvious.

When I now say that I have no plan, I’m not trying to ask anyone out on a date, no, I speak of something totally different. Christmas. I have no plan. Last year by now, my plans were all over the place and I was a bit stressed out about it all. This year, I have no idea what to give people for Christmas, I haven’t got a single knitting plan (I did buy some sock yarn the other day though, maybe that is a hint). The weird part about this is not the non-existing plan but that I have absolutely no worries about it. Christmas? Yeah, it’s coming. Soon from a knitter’s perspective. So?

I think this might be because of the Great Lace. I think that I have somewhat accepted the fact that if I’m going to knit on the lace, I won’t be able to knit as much on other things. Books are good gifts too. I’m probably going to be a bit more stressed later on when I see the big picture. My laissez-faire attitude will most likely turn into a big cloud of stress somewhere mid-November but for now, I’m completely cool about having no plan at all. (I am not as cool about not meeting my goal for the knitting for me this year but the year isn’t over yet.) I know there is a baby coming soon, for which I’m not only a knitter but also a knitter by proxy which means I’m also knitting gifts from someone else to this baby. Still, this doesn’t stress me at all. To tell the truth I’m a bit worried about this no plan, no worries strategy. It might just be a big procrastination that will eventually, just like the no-plan-date eventually did, go haywire. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

Moth panic


Wow, last week sure wasn’t my week. It all started at the beginning of the week when someone brought a knitting to work. During Tuesday I looked at the yarn of this knitting and noticed that it was thinner in some places. Now, the yarn was a 70 % acrylic and 30 % wool blend so it probably wasn’t very interesting for any unwanted guests anyway but once the word moth was in my head I couldn’t get it out. I have a vivid imagination and usually I’m a pretty practical and realistic person but if I get something in my head, there is no end to the things I can imagine, especially not when it comes to the stash.

When I left work on Tuesday I gathered everything woolly that I could find and as soon as I got home I stuffed it all in the freezer, my hat, my mittens, the knitting I had had with me, everything, and I immeadiately felt better. I picked up a new knitting and settled in for a nice knitting evening. This could have been the end of it if I hadn’t woken up on Wednesday morning realizing that my actions hadn’t been enough. I had, after all, been with the suspiciously thin yarn all of Monday too and I had worn a woollen cardigan that I had then worn at home in the evening when I knit. That cardigan went into the freezer together with the new knitting I had cast on Tuesday evening and my Great Lace that I had worked on Monday evening. I thought about throwing the entire stash in the freezer but I didn’t really have the time right then. When we left home for work I saw something fluttering around in the stairwell and asked Julle if it was a moth (I might have been mildly hysterical) and he assured me that it wasn’t and that it certainly didn’t come from our apartment. I barely believed him.

I refused to bring a knitting with me on Wednesday and urged the owner of the thin yarn to bring it back home and put it in the freezer. Wednesday evening I wound a new skein of yarn and cast on. Thursday I did bring my knitting but kept it away from the place where the thin yarn had been. A co-worker who is experienced when it comes to moths told me that since we hadn’t seen any moths we were okay and that I shouldn’t worry. She also said that moths are creatures that fly around in the summer and they will enter your home through the window or elsewhere. Just keep the stash and wool closets clean and it should be okay (the last part is not really what I heard, I heard “there is no way to completely protect oneself from moths, gaaaah!). I guess you could say she managed to make things better and worse at the same time. I stopped worry so much about this moth alert but instead started to worry about the over all safety of the stash. I’m not sure that was better. I decided to keep the things in the freezer the full week anyway.

Saturday night I found something fluttering in my bedroom, dangerously close to my closet. Again, some kind of panic crept up (really, if you don’t want panic, stop fluttering when I’m tired) and Julle chased the offensive creature down and again assured me it wasn’t a moth (I have no idea how he can tell). The panic stayed on but when I murmured something about getting rid of the stash because it was too much strain to live in constant fear of it’s safety, Julle somewhat desperately explained that he will build some kind of moth free zone for it as soon as we get somewhere bigger to live. I didn’t really get how we would do it (it was late at night and I was tired after all) but the words air-tight and cedar tree and controlled ventilation was thrown in there and in the end he made me promise not to get rid of the stash.

On Wednesday I can remove things from the freezer and hopefully things will be okay again. At least as long as I don’t see anything else fluttering around.



My neck is less wry, I’ve got cookies and I’ve even sewn buttons on a wee vest. I woke this morning with sore shoulders and I wondered if it might be from zumba or yoga because it couldn’t possibly be from bobbin lace class, could it? The soreness eased up during the day though and so did my back and neck. I’ve turned the heel on a sock and I’ve eaten cookies. Slowly the problems of the week have drifted away and I am pretty pleased again. It also didn’t hurt that I got a visit from a wee one that complimented me by wearing a sweater I knit fo her. She was a delight.

Now I will continue with my sock and have another cookie. Good Sunday evening, that is.

Cold feet


My feet are cold and my socks are in the freezer. My green knitting is coming along nicely though and it’s the softest yarn you can imagine. Too bad I can’t knit fast enough to warm my feet. I’ll have to work on that.

Playing it safe


Due to an incident I don’t want to talk about, not yet, my beautiful cardigan has ended up in quarantine in the freezer for a week, mostly because I’m a little weird when it comes to yarn. I’m sure everything is fine but in case everything isn’t fine, I’ve decided to play it safe. Come to think of it I’ve put my measuring tape, scissors and tapestry needles there as well and maybe I should go rescue them, they don’t need to be in the freezer for a week. Instead, since the cardigan is off limits for the next wee, I’ve decided to make a small thing for a wee one in this buttery yellow. I think it might be a good substitute while the cardigan get it’s stuff together.

Pink is the new pink


I think I’ve found this year’s color. I usually do in August but this year it took all the way to October to find it. Last year is was orange and lime green. This year it’s hot pink. I found a sweater in hot pink today and it got me completely stuck. Now all I can think of is hot pink. I even had to paint my nails pink. I’ve started to look through the stash and my patterns to see if there are any pink things I can make. I have a lot of pink in my stash. We’ll see what I come up with.