The Socks of Spring (last seen here) have been frogged. The combination of yarn, needles and pattern just wasn’t working. I never enjoyed knitting them, not even a row or two at a time. Life’s too short to knit something you know you won’t like, so they’ve hit the frog pond.
Also, the just finished Tropical Monkey socks may be heading to the frog pond, too. I love how these socks look, but I wore them and I hated them. I got gauge and followed the pattern exactly, but the socks are way too big.
I’m considering these three options:
- Frog them completely and knit another pattern with this yarn.
- Frog back to the heel, decrease stitches and reknit the Monkey pattern on the foot.
- Keep the Monkey pattern on the leg and knit a plain foot.
I know I won’t wear the socks again as they are and I love this yarn too much for it to just sit in my sock drawer.
My parents were in town last week and we hit the road to check out fall in Colorado (for the locals: this is Highway 67, between Divide and Cripple Creek).
Today’s Saturday Sky isn’t just the sky, it’s the squeal inducing sight I saw this morning when I climbed out of bed:
To understand why I squealed, I have to back up a bit, to Tuesday.
A fast moving, strong snowstorm went through on Tuesday. The storm started with ice pellets falling from the sky for several hours and this morphed into 50+mph winds and several inches of heavy, wet snow. During the storm, my power went out and I looked out my window to see a power pole snapped in two:
Power outages are common where I live so I had prepared by filling my washing machine with water and turning up the heat in the house.
When I saw the power pole was snapped, I knew I was in trouble. Once the storm cleared and ushered in warm, sunny weather, I discovered that at least five power poles right about my house were snapped and over 150 poles in my area had suffered the same fate.
This was not going to be the usual 4-6 hour power outage. I expected it to be about as long as the longest power outage I had ever experienced here: 26 hours.
I was wrong. So very wrong.
My power went out Tuesday afternoon. It did not come back on until late Saturday afternoon. For those of you keeping track at home, my power was off for 98 hours.
98 hours with no electricity, no heat and no running water.
The lack of heat was only a problem the first day. I spent Night One shivering underneath five blankets while wearing a sweatsuit, wool socks and fuzzy feet.
The lack of running water was a pain, but wasn’t that big of a deal. I keep ten gallons of drinking water in the house at all times and while I did make a Wal*Mart run on Day Two for more water and batteries, the critters and I probably could have survived on those ten gallons. I used the water in the washing machine to flush the toilet, so I just missed showering and washing my hair.
The lack of electricity bothered me a lot for the first day or so. I’m a news junkie and am always checking the cable news channels and websites to see what’s going on in the world. When I knit, I’m always watching TV, surfing the Internet, emailing and IM’ing at the same time. After a day without these distractings, I settled into a relaxing new routine.
I took time during the day to sit on my deck and watch the birds play in the trees. When the sun had set in the evening I didn’t immediately pull the curtains and turn on the lights. I kept the curtains open until the last drop of daylight had been squeezed from the sky.
Then I turned on my lanterns and began to knit.
I started with the Socks of Spring, but they didn’t hold my interest for long:
I was in a heel turning mood one night and turned four heels:
Finally, I cast on for the socks I’ve been thinking about for about a month:
I’m amazed at how much I can knit when I focus on just the knitting. It was a nice change to knit only to the soft snoring of dogs and when I felt the need to hear noise, I caught up on the many podcasts that have been languishing on my iPod.
I’m happy to be back in the 21st century, but I’m grateful for the time I had to slow down and appreciate everything around me.
I’m feeling restless with my current socks. I like them, but I keep itching to cast on new socks. Here’s what is on the needles now:
I’ve received a few questions about my Paas dyed yarn, specifically: “How did you get all those colors by just throwing it all in the pot?”
I should have explained this in my original post. Obviously, it wasn’t just a case of tossing the dye and yarn together and hoping for the best. It was actually a comedy of errors that managed to turn out wonderfully.
I originally dyed the yarn pink. However, the yarn sucked up the dye before I could get the whole skein swished around, so the skein was about half pink and half not dyed. I decided to mix up the ‘spring green’ dye tablet and paint the undyed portions of the skein. However, being the klutz that I am, I accidentally dropped the green dye tablet in the dye bath, and not the in container I had set aside for it. The pink and green combined to make a color that can only be described as ‘dog puke brown’. It wasn’t pretty.
At this point, I just wanted to save the skein so I picked the darkest color tablet (‘denim’) and mixed up two tablets of this color. I poured the dark blue dye into the dye pot, mixed it up and walked away for an hour or so. When I returned, I was very happy to see the green/blue/yellow/touch-of-pink skein that you saw in the last post.
Maybe I’ll cast this yarn on the needles next. I’m curious to see how it turns out.
Samantha recently discovered my shawl lying across the back of the couch. She pulled it down, balled it up and went to sleep:
Kishka is a simple girl. She just uses the pillow:
The Iris socks are knitting for home:
The Pastel Rainbow socks are (finally!) past the heel:
The Socks of Spring have their cuffs finished:
Samantha loves her toys. Here she is with her (now headless) purple bear:
And, thanks to post Easter clearance sales, here is her new rabbit:
Finally, last night’s sunset:
Today’s Friday’s Feast:
When you travel, which mode of transportation do you prefer?
I usually travel by plane because I’m short on time. I like the speed of flight, but I love seeing the scenery when I travel so I would prefer to drive or take a train.
Have you ever met a blogging friend in person?
No, but I hope to someday.
When was the last time you were really, really tired?
Last Saturday. I arrived home after the Quilt and Stitch Expo and crashed for several hours.
If you could have dinner with any one fictional character from a book or movie, who would it be?
Ack. I don’t like questions like this. I can separate fact from fiction, thankyouverymuch.
Fill in the blank: One day, I hope to see _______________.
One day, I hope to see my name on a mortgage. I really like my little rental home, but I long to paint the walls and have a bigger yard.
Yesterday I cast on for a new pair of socks with this yarn:
Then, I looked at my sock bin and got distracted by the Berry Pink socks:
I tried to include Kish in the yarn photo shoot but she really wasn’t interested:
She’d rather sit around and look pretty: