For some reason, lately, I can’t seem to cast on enough socks.
I started my RSC socks. Then I started socks for Scott’s daughter. Then I started socks for Scott’s friends’ daughter for her birthday.
I’ve been carrying all these bags around with me this week.
These are the sock club socks:
Funny looking I know. But, I’ve been reading on other people’s finished items and I guess these “nipples” go away when you block them. I hope it’s true. Otherwise I can’t imagine they’ll be very comfortable.
These are Kiera’s socks:
I love the blue and green combo. The yellow, grey and red… not so much but, together they’re cute.
These are Emilie’s socks:
This little girl (well, she’s not that little) has – you guessed it – not little feet! So, just in case, I started these socks from the toe up. At least, if I run out of yarn, she’ll just have shorter socks as opposed to toe-less socks.
My mother and I hit the yarn shop in Orleans on Tuesday past. I could have stayed there all day and have easily cleared her out of her stock. I maintained control and ended up, instead, getting enough yarn to make the Fiddlehead Mittens, Pucker, the Noro Scarf and Emilie’s socks (which I’m going to pretty much make up as I go). I even managed to get all this for little moulah! I was so proud.
NOW I HAVE STARTITIS.
“Startitis: term used jokingly among knitters. It refers to an expensive, but rarely fatal affliction that often affects knitters and crocheters where they begin several projects all at one time but don’t really make much progress on anything before starting another new project.”
Get my drift?
BUT, since the yarn shop on Tuesday, I’ve been obsessing about opening my own yarn shop. I have so many ideas – good ones. I even have a name picked out. I know what kind of space I want. I know what kind of furniture I want. I know how I’m going to lay out my books and hundreds of skeins of wool. It’s all in my head. It’ll be great…
SOMEDAY.
