I grabbed that screen shot at 6:50 am today. It's going to be another scorcher. Didn't I tell you? Our summer doesn't really start until Autumn. Just when everyone else is cooling down and getting out their sweaters and scarves. And man, I'm ready (for sweaters & scarves, not another heatwave).
It's put a little damper on my production. I can chug along really nicely until about early afternoon, when I am driven from the workshop, which heats up like nobody's business. I wish I could say I'm sewing all morning, but there are other things to take care of when you are solo. I'm not exactly complaining, but I was in a groove. A good one.
The heatwave has given me the opportunity to gain inches on my plain sock. I'm glad I decided to make a plain sock. I thought it might be boring, but it's been a good reminder of just sock knitting and construction. And as boring as they are, I KNOW I will wear them. I'm almost at the toe decreases; in fact, I think they will happen this evening.
I love this yarn also. It's
Fiberphile by my friend
Georgia. It's super squishy and like butter going through my fingers. And very forgiving. And it doesn't split. And the color is beautiful. It reminds me of Autumn. If we had one.
This is my favorite part: the heel. I was so intimidated of the heel before I started knitting my first pair of socks. It just seemed so complicated. But I love it now. I love the rhythm of the slip, knit back and forth. And then the turning - oh my gosh!
Who invented turning the heel? I actually sit next to Scott, and say,
"watch this." He doesn't. But then I show him after it's turned, that little pocket that gets created, magically. And he raises his eyebrows like he's really impressed. I'm sure he just wants to get back to
Anthony Bourdain or
Guy Fieri, but he pretends to be impressed, and that's all it takes for me.
I have a confession. Two. I had to rip back twice. Once, about 7 rows into my heel flap and then again after I turned the heel. The first time, I mistakenly slipped, purled instead of purling across and the second time, I'm not sure what I did, but my turned heel was more like a turned column.
I took a deep breath each time, sort of psyching myself into taking the yarn off the needles. Just in case I totally screwed up, I entered the mindset that I would frog the entire sock. That far into it. But you know what? I got it back on the needles with no problem! I had a couple of missed stitches, but I got those back on the needle with the crochet hook and a little voodoo yarn magic! I'm feeling good about these socks. They're going to be my lucky socks. I just know it!