Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Grenada Knitting

I'm leaving for Grenada on Sunday, for work, and I'm at a loss for what to bring, knitting-wise. It's going to be warm, so I want something light and/or small, but I don't have anything on needles right now that fits that description. Similarly, I don't know what book to bring for vacation reading. In both cases, I should start things so that I know whether I'm going to like them, because if I don't, they're all I'll have with me. With books, at least I could buy something else once I got there. With knitting, I have to commit to a single project. If only I could justify one more Clapotis, which is my favorite travel knitting, but since I've already made four...

I'm considering the rabbit-proof fence scarf or the foulard, both from Morehouse Merino. I have so much lightweight yarn right now that both have good potential. I just worry that the patterns will be too mindless. I could start new socks, but I have bad luck getting excited about socks. Something fair isle seems too complicated. Hmm.

Monday, February 12, 2007


I like socks the same way that I like exercise - the reward once done is so worthwhile, but the effort to get moving is more than I can usually muster. Thus, these socks have been on needles since June, the first one mostly done since July, and only today are they (mostly) finished (with a couple of ends to weave in, and a hole to close up). Thanks again to Karen for the dye swap o rama yarn!

In terms of stats... it's knitpicks' color-your-own, which comes in 440 yd skeins. Because my feet are of ridiculous proportions, this means that a pair of socks knit to four inches above my ankle bone used up all of the yarn, plus some leftover other yarn to finish up the toes. Gauge was 7.5 sts/inch on the stockinette sections, on size 2 needles. So yeah. Having big feet = always running out of sock yarn, even when I get it in large amounts. On the bright side, though, they fit me, which is more than I can say for most women's socks out there, which I stretch to get over my feet, and whose toes thus wear out much more quickly than I'd like.