Uncharted Waters

For the first time in my knitting career, I felt an (almost) overwhelming desire to knit socks. I’ve never really gotten socks. My mother trained me up to look with deep suspicion on anything that can’t be machine washed and dried. I’ve done a good job of getting over that for sweaters, especially since they don’t need to be washed all that often, but socks? They need to be washed every time you use them. And they wear out. I’m ridicuously sentimental about just about everything I own including clothes. Two of my favorite shirts recently had a run with some bleach that they came out the worse for, but I can’t bear to throw them away yet. And I didn’t knit them with my own two little hands. All I did was buy them.
But a little while ago I saw these. And for some reason, which may not be at all rational, I was filled with the desire to knit socks.
So I'm making a start with this.

We'll see how this goes.

Separation Anxiety

I finished the Clover Fields scarf quite some time ago. I was making it for someone to give to his wife, and I was surprised by the pangs of anxiety I felt as the time came to give it to him so he could give it to her.

It’s funny because I don’t particularly want it for myself. I think it’s nice, but I wouldn’t have decided to make it for myself. Even so, I was very anxious to see my little scarf going out into the world with strangers.


I guess it’s just that I spent so much time with the thing. I carried it around and knit it out of teeny yarn on tiny needles, and I even cobbled the pattern together myself from one of the shawl patterns in Victorian Lace Today.


I hope she loves it and takes good care of it.