I have finished H’s March socks!
You might be forgiven for thinking: (a) isn’t it June, and (b) weren’t those socks red the last time they featured on the blog. And you would be right on both counts.
When I pulled some skeins of yarn from the stash for H’s Christms present, there was a small ball of orangey-red in among the mix. My plan was to use it to knit something with a little cable along the ankle – not too complicated that I’d struggle to memorise the pattern – that would really highlight and be highlighted by the very subtle colour changes in the yarn.
I started knitting, but I think they were doomed from the start. These were the socks that Pip kept pulling off the needles so that I had to re-knit the ribbing, and they rapidly became the socks that I passed over in favour of just about any other craft activity or occasionally even housework.
the yarn is just too fiddly to be fun to knit, I couldn’t get a rhythm going, and the crunch point came when I deliberately went to Yorkshire with only one other nearly finished project and realised that even though I was in the car with no other knitting, I still didn’t want to pick it up.
I’ve heard of second sock syndrome, and I’ve suffered from it once before but I’ve never had “two inches into the first sock” syndrome. And so in one of those “why didn’t I think of it before” moments, I stopped.
I think there’s some sort of Puritan work ethic in my subconscious that says that if I’ve started a project I have to finish it, and yet, this is something that I do purely for fun; it shouldn’t be that crazy to only make the things I love making should it? And as H said, he loves hand knit socks, but doesn’t want socks that I had to force myself to make.
And so in a knitting bag on my ironing board there are two inches of abandoned sock, and in my stash there is a similar ball in green which will also be donated to children’s craft projects. It’s a very tiny KonMarie-ing of my yarn stash – it really never was going to bring me joy.
The replacement is Socks that Rock heavyweight in Thistle, a lovely thick pair of socks knit up on 3.25mm needles over 52 sts, knit plain and simple purely to show off the colours. Like its siblings Lightweight and Mediumweight it is a lovely yarn; soft and smooshy and very easy to knit. The perfect antidote yarn, and a pair of socks that were finished, put on straight away, and had to be retrieved from the laundry to be photographed!
Here endeth the Christmas knitting.
So tell me, am I alone in having never really abandoned yarn and project like this before, or is everyone else happily ensconced in the “if it doesn’t make you happy, why are you doing it?” camp?