Knitting, like other crafts, has benchmark projects. You start with a scarf, and next you try a hat, and then maybe you do handbag or a wrap, and afterwards a shrug. Somewhere in there, you make the break from garter and stockinette to ribbing; you might even sneak in a cable or two. The point is that there’s a hierarchy here, and one simply Does Not Mess With That Shit.
But I did. I did! I admit it. I got cocky. I decided to skip the next rung of the ladder, and move directly on to lace.
I now see the error of my ways.
Not that I’ll be abandoning my Baltic Sea Stole – I’m far too stubborn for that. No, I’ll keep struggling with it, cursing its parents and unborn children unto the ninth generation as I rip it back to the border for the umpteenth time.
Chastened, I have decided to obey the scala kniturae. I am now diligently working on socks.
- Little Pink Sock
First, my practice sock (toe-up):
I bound off just a couple of rows after turning the heel. I was bored. Sue me.
This sock has since become a cat toy.
- Sincere Attempt Sock
This sock, modeled here by Gawain, is a top-down, four-stitch repeat with an elongated corded rib, from Sensational Knitted Socks. I love this book, by the way.
Gawain was also kind enough to fix my tension.
- Fishnets (originally typed as “fishnest”)
Okay, so they’re not exactly socks.
Modeled by the ever-patient Arthur.
Further bulletins as events – or socks – warrant.