Socks take a little while to knit. Maybe 20 hours or more of knitting for a pair in 4 ply (fingering). To be honest, I’m not sure. Needless to say, I don’t sit down and time myself knitting them. I don’t knit them on a whim, they way I do hats, which just sit about waiting for the right head to come by. I want them to be well received and they need to fit in more senses than one. So, a little while back, there was a tracing of the foot. Then I checked the preferences of the intended recipient, ordered BFL/silk sock yarn, and dyed it with eucalyptus. To get a good strong colour, I dyed the 100g of yarn in four dye baths. These socks have travelled, because in those hours of knitting, socks-in-the-making are my constant companions, which is one of the lovely things about them. I enjoy the knitting, and I enjoy holding the intended recipient in my mind for the time the knitting takes. Here is the first sock, and that week’s reading for theory reading group.
They came with me to hospital to visit a complicated relative who had a near death experience, twice (she is still alive). They may not have brought her comfort but they brought me comfort. The second hospital visit was so dim I did something quite inappropriate and had to rip back a bit. They have been to some high level meetings. They came to a very informal meeting with a workmate which was interrupted by another knitter (otherwise, a total stranger) who was beside herself to see socks being knit right there in front of her eyes. My workmate is a generous man who didn’t flinch! I have walked along knitting them from my bag. They have been fondled lovingly by the odd stranger. I was getting to the heel of the second sock when I went to Sydney. Here we are in a cafe reading political theory (with relish).
In front of a sculpture at a university in Sydney where I attended part of a conference where my beloved did a wonderful job of presenting.
In a hotel room with a banksia cone.
Waiting for a bus outside central railway station in Sydney. Ask not what the other people waiting thought of my photographing a sock. There is a lot going on outside Central at night and no one blinked.
Almost done at Coogee Beach.
Maybe you wanted to see Coogee beach? Glorious!
Toe grafted and ends darned in, in the Sydney airport.
Here they are in better light after a nice steam press!
I hope that they will be snug and long lasting… (non knitters: that is a reinforcing heel stitch you see there).
And I hope that the whimsy of these cables will tickle India‘s fancy the way it tickles mine! This design was suggested by one of my nearest and dearest, who first told me about India’s work years before I first saw it. He was the first to have a whimsically cabled pair of socks made by me… and now there are two such pairs! It is an absolute delight to be able to turn the generosity back toward someone who has been so exceedingly generous to me.
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