At last, a finished project. I love that moment, when the last end is woven in and I can pack my yarn scraps away, put the needles where they belong and feel accomplished. My teeth almost ache with the sweetness of the victory. Usually by the end of the second sock, I won't lie to you, I am glad to be done. I've been making good on my attempt to finish pairs rather than singles - I present the "dahlia". Lots of twisted stitches. I think that twisted stitches really define each little row of knots. This particular pattern was exclusive to Sundara Yarn's now defunct Petals Collection. It is fitting that I am waiting for my last installment.
The yarn I chose was also Sundara but not the skein that was paired with the pattern. Grape Hyacinth. I enjoyed this sock - it took just over a week - I could measure my progress in 6 row charts. Now, here's the question - do I now need to buy a sweater to match? I have made several great pairs of socks only to realize when I am done - what the hell can I wear those with? Would it be too Beetle Juice to wear all black and my electric blue socks? *giggle* Seriously, my recent Firestarter led to the purchase and return of two blue tops at the Gap that didn't quite match. I wanted to blurt out "I knit" when the salesgirl asked "is there anything wrong with these?" when I returned them - talk about a missed opportunity to see a dumbfounded head tilt - doh! But seriously, how matchy is too matchy?
What's up with all of the blue?
So, what's next up? Well, Belvedere, for one - my half of a pair created by Kirsten over at Through the Loops. I. can't. wait. Then there are holiday projects - my minds moves faster than my knitting needles unfortunately. Would being sick from project ideas welling up in your head be reason to call in to work? I thought so! *naughty knitter*
It might be appropriate if I worked for Dunder Mifflin, eh? But then Michael did sacrifice himself and reported to work after he burned his feet on a George Foreman...Pam, will you butter my feet? Instead, I could say, "Dan, could you sharpen my knitting needle? Wind my yarn? I won't be well until my ends are woven..." The Office fans, I know you feel me. "Give me a break, give me a break, break me off a piece of that...Fancy. Feast."
Totally gratutitous, yet speaking of Fancy Feast - doesn't Ernest look just, well, earnest?