My mother can’t do wool socks. It took her a while to explain this to me. Partly because the first pair I knit her were made from crochet cotton (because I was ignorant and it was cheap and pretty). Those socks may have violated some key principles of received sock knitting wisdom, but eventually she told me that they were her favourites, that she likes that they are short, and that she loves to wear them when she gardens. The more complicated ones I knit from fabulous sock yarns made mostly of wool, she can neither wear nor bear to part with. But I am glad she finally told me so I didn’t have to foist this curious arrangement on her with yet more unwearable pairs!
Quite some time ago I was wondering what might work for her and looking for a wool free sock yarn I had managed to find in the shop on some previous visit. There was no more wool free sock yarn to be had that day in that place. However, I came across this Misti alpaca, cotton and silk blend. I cast on with enthusiasm, and then they sat languishing for months due to concern that I might not have enough yarn to finish them. It is hard to say what it could be about a long period in the naughty corner that might cause more yarn to magically appear in the knitting bag, but apparently hope springs eternal!
These socks came on holiday part finished, and they were completed in double quick time. They have been handed over and now I’ve even had a cheery text from Mum which shows them on her feet. She says they fit, and more importantly, that they are comfy! I am sure a moment after she took that snap, she whipped them off her too-hot feet and set them aside to wait for winter…
It all began with a trip to the Adelaide Hills to visit a friend who had just moved into a new house one weekend. On the way, I saw a massive E Cinerea with a huge variety of leaf types and sizes. On the way back, we made a brief stop to harvest a few of the leaves overhanging a car park.
That evening, we went to my parents’ for dinner, and I asked my father if he had any metal disks. He helpfully offered quite a range of recycled washers and then asked a lot of questions. I underestimated his interest in understanding what I’m doing and how he could help me out! This led him to suggest bottle tops (up there for thinking! Why didn’t I have that thought? Surely I have heard this idea before…). He also offered me clamps. He really felt that bulldog clips (my suggestion) might not be strong enough. He had a collection of tired old clamps he didn’t want, so I chose some and headed home with all kinds of ideas.
There was ironing and folding and general faffing, until I crammed all I could into the pot. The pot, it must be said, is not designed for G clamps in large sizes and numbers.
I like the results a lot, though when you try any approach new to you, there is always a lot to experiment with. Perhaps the bulldog clips would actually be better?
In this piece the holes in the piece of metal I used have allowed the dye bath in to create dots…
I tried some silk…
And I love these strips, inspired by Jude Hill’s indigo moons. Only different. I found myself wondering what shape I would really like to create, and answering with the thought that the shape of a leaf is very difficult to improve upon. I love leaves so much. The second round hit the dye bath in double quick time!