Six years ago, while I was in college, I started a knitting blog. I kept it up for about a month and all of four entries, only two of which had photographs. Let’s see if I can’t do better than that this time.
Now that it’s 2012, I’m a graduate student in medieval European history, and will be for about another five years. In the intervening time I’ve picked up spinning (a few years ago) and quilting (a few weeks ago). Sometimes I miss having a full-time job, especially when I have paper deadlines hanging over my head, but for the most part I’m pleased to be studying things I love.
If there’s anything I learned from the Knitting Olympics it’s this:
1) I am a better knitter than I think I am. I am a better knitter than I was a few months ago. My goal was one pair of socks: I finished them in a week.
2) I am so bad at knitting only one thing at a time. I always have at least three things going on at once.
These two dovetail to mean that when I knit only on one project – my Olympic socks – I finished them insanely fast. Seven days, Saturday to Saturday, and I was done. I kinda stared at myself and wondered what happened, because I’ve never knit something that fast before.
How’d I pick my sock pattern? I started off thinking I’d do Aran Braid socks, and could not get gauge for the life of me. I knit a pair of Broadripple socks instead — they’re a lace pattern, but still doable, and not too terribly difficult, right? I’d started a pair of Broadripples last fall and could not figure out how to make the k2tog and ssk decreases look different: I was twisting all of my stitches and didn’t realise it. This time around it made sense right away, and I didn’t get any pesky laddering next to each yarn over. I need to give myself more credit.
Of course, I felt like I had to keep knitting during the Olympics, so in the past few weeks I finished my bottom-up striped raglan sweater and started a pair of socks for my dad. Since getting home for spring break, I’ve also made two stuffed bears for Bay Window Bears.
I started a pair of Norwegian Stockings from Nancy Bush’s Folk Socks, and am working on another stuffed bear. I’ve got to finish my dad’s ribbed socks (the most boring things in the entire world, I swear) and only an insane effort of will is keeping me from casting on for the Print O’ The Wave Stole with my new determination. I can knit it, so why not start now? But I’m going to finish something else first.
If you’d like to see what I’m up to for the Knitting Olympics, check out my livejournal:
Sock Knitting for the Olympics. [EDIT: Link removed.]
These are the second socks I’ve ever knit: Jaywalkers. I finished them last weekend, and just wove in the ends tonight. They’re for my sister, whose feet are a size bigger than mine, so they look floppy and loose on my feet.
The color isn’t very true in either of these: they’re closer to the first one in general, but the red is brighter, closer to the second one, though neither is quite right. Teach me to take pictures in dorm lighting, eh?
The pattern is great: I could see how it was meant to work, and I was able to fiddle with it to make sure it’d fit sis’s feet just right. The patterning keeps it from sagging down your legs when you’re wearing them, and the only thing I’d change about them would be knitting the ribbing at the top on a smaller size needle: as it is it’s mostly decorative, not tight enough to make a difference. Thankfully they don’t need it to stay up!
I’ve recently discovered sock knitting, and I love it. The first pair of socks I knit were for my dad: he always asks for socks for Christmas and for his birthday, so I figured I’d knit him a pair. I ended up giving them to him after a last-ditch knitting marathon to finish the second one and he really liked them. This is one of the two: I had to beg him to take off one shoe so I could get a shot, and he wasn’t about to take off both shoes. I figure it’s a good sign.
I knit them toe-up on five size 2 DPNs with short-row heels and the yarn self-striped.