These are all the pieces I have so far of the perfect sweater; the back and two sleeves with a seed stitch border. I'm amazed because the border is not curling, but flipping up.
One sleeve top, one sleeve bottom. What's that? You can't tell the difference? Trust me. They're different. This is their cute-as-a-bug-curling-all-over-the-place-haven't-had-a-bath-yet portrait. I'll be using my SOAK for the first time with this baby, can't wait! Grapefruit scented!
This is the back. Okay, enough said.
This sad picture is the first time I've been a victim of the disappearing yarn. Every pair of socks I've knitted -- whoa.
Wait a minute.
I learned to knit socks last year, during the Olympics.
I've now knit NINE PAIRS. This is my tenth.
Wow.
I just needed to reflect on that for a minute.
Anyway, every pair of socks I've knitted I've had lots of yarn left over. This is the first time I've been betrayed, and I'm having a tough time accepting that they've broken my heart. See them languishing so devil-may-care on the hardworking back of the perfect-to-be sweater? No shame, I tell you. I'll have to rip everything out and re-knit, because that little bit is only enough for my big toe (without nail polish). grrrr . .. . . . . . .
And now, my own artistically phallic shot of the Socks That Rock club sock, posing gracefully on a Poland Spring water bottle, looking out over the melting snow in the backyard:
(still educating myself about a camera. Canon?)
1 comment:
Wow, yeah. Phallic indeed. Gorgeous colorway, though!
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