I believe there is a knitting deity. The knitting deity allows you mostly the freedom to knit what you want, when you want, and how much you want. But sometimes, this deity makes its presence known when you push the envelope a wee bit too far.
So when I said I was casting on for a new sweater (even though I have three sweater WIPs) and then I cast on for yet another pair of socks (even though I had three on the needles), this deity obviously decided that it was time I learned a lesson in moderation.
You saw what happened to Olga. And while Olga sits in the time-out pile, I did decide to cast on for those pretty, self-striping socks. I happily knitted an entire cuff. So pretty!!! Look at those cute stripes coming out all on their own!!
But the young boy who has watched me knitting since he was knee-high to a grasshopper looked at it and said “Mum, whose socks are those?”
“Mine!”
“I think it’s too small”.
“Well, it’s a bit smaller than I normally knit, but I think it’s ok.” (I’m using 2mm needles with 68 stitches).
“I could wear them if they’re don’t fit…”
“But they’re pink and green.” (No way am I giving these gorgeous self-striping socks up!!)
“Yes, but no one will see as they’ll be hidden under my jeans!”
His comments bothered and twanged at the back of my mind all the way down the cuff. Last night, I tried them on. And realised with an immense sigh that “someone” was right again, and they were indeed the exact right size for a nine-year-old boy. He has an unnerving ability to tell when my knitting is going wrong!!
Today, much humbled, I sat down and actually finished something.
They’re very pretty. I ought to have finished them sooner.
Do you think I can start the self-striping pretties now???
