It wasn’t until after we got back home that I noticed the name on the ball band. John’s Innsbruck treat came in the form of a new ball of sock yarn, he not being the worlds biggest wearer of brightly pattern leggings, and as I worked my way down my leggings construction line over the last few weeks it seemed in the interests of family fairness to cast on for his socks too.
An it’s then that we noticed the name of the colourway; Mediterran. I’d picked the ball up in the shop simply on the colour and as a good number of sock yarns just have numbers, I never thought to look for a name. But Mediterran? Could it mean something other than Mediterranean? No, Google translate assures me that my first guess was accurate; this is a colourway named after the sea.
Which leads me to wonder whether the dyer at Regia had ever actually seen the Med. I mean I know it’s two countries away from Germany and it would involve a bit of effort to get there, but pictures do exist, and from what I can recall of trips to Venice, Greece and Southern Spain, on no occasion was highlighter green the predominant colour.
As a sock it is a fabulous colour; John goes for handknit socks in the brightest shades possible, and these match his neon orange and yellow trainers a treat.
Perhaps this is the Med suffering from a bloom of blue green algae, like the sort they had to clear out of the harbours in Qingdao for the Olympic saiing in 2008, or Med-a-la-Rio-diving-pool. What would you call it?
In terms of the socks themselves, a lovely Regia self striping means 72 stitches over 2.5mm needles for a standard John sized sock, and my inner perfectionist had a wonderful time getting the self striping to line up exactly. It’s a long repeat, and as is always the way, I finished the first sock about 12 inches past the ideal point to start the second sock and had to wind on a big chunk before I could get to the start again. It meant that there wasn’t enough left on the ball to finish the second sock so I had to dip back into the middle to find the colours I needed. There may be three separate sections to that second foot but you’d never know if you weren’t looking for it.
Regia can feel a bit of a coarser yarn to work with when you’re knitting, certainly compared to the smooth plumptious yarns like Socks that Rock or Wollmeisse but it wears like iron. I’ve lost a few socks over the years but the very first pair I knit from a Regia yarn are still going strong, and the yarn softens up enormously on washing.
These pictures were taken first thing in the morning before I left for work; we’re into that stage of the winter where it’s dark when I leave in the morning and dark long before I get home, and I’d had all these wonderful plans to take pictures on Wednesday lunchtime when I work from home. I grabbed my camera, decided where in the garden had the right light, and went looking for the socks. No joy. they weren’t where I’d left them, they hadn’t fallen off the back of the dressing table, and the children denied all knowledge of having run off with them to dress a teddy bear. Only when I happened to mention to John that I was looking for them did I find out why, when I pulled up one trouser leg to reveal neon coloured toes.
Well, you can’t complain about that!