I know I know I know I know I know. But.

But I'm sick, so doesn't that give me license to knit anything I durned well please?

This is, I admit it, a New Sock, when I haven't finished several old socks, including another pair for work (the Reversais) — so it's not like I can claim "I need to knit some work socks." I mean, I do, but I could finish the pair I already started. I am currently claiming that I am addicted to my new US size 1.5 dpns (and I do love 'em, not exactly sure why).

These Boring Brown Socks are not as entirely boring as they seem. The flash above makes them look holey, but they're not really. They are taller than my usual weekend socks (for work, I like taller socks), and I started them on 68 sts and reduced to 65 after the 2x2 rib. Then I worked 4x1 rib for the rest (heel, sole and toe are stockinette). I decided to try out a new heel — the Dutch Heel, an old-fashioned heel with a slightly odd shape. It's supposed to fit narrow heels well — mine is somewhat narrow, maybe not as narrow as this recipe creates, but I think it'll be okay. I'm using Sunbeam St. Ives yarn, which I found in some yarn store somewheres, just a basic 80% wool/20% nylon sock yarn but I like the richness of the color. It looks like brown but up close there is lots of variegation:



Just to prove I haven't abandoned the growing list of UFOs (if you look at my gallery in Ravelry, you can see how my list of both FOs and WIPs is growing as I work through the old blog entries), here is Rob's sock. I pulled out the crappily-fitting flap heel and knit him a short-row heel. Now I'm back onto the foot part of the sock. Rob has very wide size-10 feet, but his ankles are of a normal slenderness, so I'm trying to make socks that will pull over his feet but still fit his legs, and fit his feet properly. If he weren't so tall I'd wonder if he were a hobbit...


I'll spare you the medical details that are dominating my life at the moment. But let no one deny the healing power of knitting — if it can't cure the bug, at least it's distracting. And in the absense of wellness, you can be sure I'll take distracting!