Right about now, Chris has either completely forgotten that she dyed these for me, or she’s nonplussed at the non-knee-highedness of these.
But there’s a reason. Or there was. Or there were.
Let me back up. These socks were started last November. And then I knitted them to the heel by thanksgiving. Then I put them down and had torrid affairs with other projects. And then December 25th, I picked up one of them, put them on two-sizes-too-large-needles by accident, noticed this problem two days later when um…. I’d knit five inches of leg. Threw the sock in disgust and stuffed them into the closet for months.
Poor neglected socks. I was mad at them.
Last March (I know! I waited this long to blog them!) I had an inspiration one day, and decided to bind them off and make them ankle socks. Why? Three reasons. The first, obviously, was to kill off the project and have socks. That part? Successful! Two, I prefer ankle socks when I take “serious” walks outside, and owned no handknit ankle socks…. That part? Well, I’ve got the ankle socks but two months later still no gopower for the walks. Someday! Someday!
The third part? There’s this chevron scarf by Debbie Bliss in Scarf Style and um… I really wanted to use the leftover yarn for it because stripedy chevrony goodness in two of my favorite colors from one of my favorite people! How could I lose!
I’d meant to knit it the day I learned I needed surgery, but I decided to be a nervous wreck instead. So they’re still balled up and I’m still planning.
But someday I’ll be walking, and someday I’ll have the scarf. Right? Right.
