I’ve caught a bug and his name is sock…. what? I don’t know either, all I know is that instead of casting on or planning a sweater I wanted to knit I grabbed some yarn from the stash and started some socks. No, not socks for the sockpal I have yet to mention, but rather for my selfish little self.
I’ve been wanting to use this yarn, Tess Designer yarn, and this pattern, Child’s French Socks, for a while now though I didn’t think the two would merge. Lucky for me, in my snow induced haze I got perfect gauge with the required needles. Not so great for my sock pal.
Why have I ignored my poor little sockpal? I should be looking for yarn, reading patterns, swatching even! I’ve been in denial, that’s why. Ever since that little email proclaiming who I was assigned to arrived in my mailbox I’ve been in a size-induced shock. People, I have to knit for an 11 inch foot. Eleven!! I’ll wait till that sinks in……ready for more? Cables….CABLES. This person requested cables. I don’t like letting people down, so cables or some form thereof they will get. I’ll start swatching as soon as I finish this sock, of course the mail man had other ideas by bringing me a long awaited package. I promise nothing sockpal (not this week at least).