Old habits die hard

I'm beginning to think that it is impossible for me to knit justone  pair of socks at a time. I really don't think I can do it. The gorgeous and yummy sock yarn calls out to me like the sirens of ancient times. That is not enough to get me to cast on yet another pair of socks. What gets me every time is the pitiful cry of poor naked DPN's shivering from the cold. Can't have that! Clearly they've figured out how effective the guilt angle works as they get me every time. I think they've been talking to my kids.


If this was a dinosaur, I'd have to call it a riposaurus. I've ripped back twice now and am hoping third time is a charm.

What can I say,  but sometimes a gal just needs bright and sunny.













These ones are for someone I call Mr. Amazing.

These socks will be my will be a sight to behold when finished. They are for my DD #2, who is now a teen and a giant fan of Dr. Who. She is looking forward to her Tardis socks.













Last and certainly not least, I present a second sock. The first sock of the pair seems to be missing and I am royally freaking out mildly concerned. I knew where is was but not where it is. I really don't want to think about the possibility of the first sock not turning up. One can only handle so much tragedy in a life time.












So there you have it....my to do list.

Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic

Self Knitting Socks

Socks that knit themselves you say.....yes I say....believe it or not.

In fact, these socks knit up so fast that they didn't even get a chance to aquire any mojo.

WHAT? NO MOJO you say in horror. Yes, I'm afraid that I did wrong by these socks. What makes matters worse is that they were traveling socks, destined to be a gift. Let me explain and maybe you'll understand.

It all started, as all socks do, with sock yarn that I fell in love with.

Please Stand By Yarns came up with this very yummy skein of yarn. I saw this skein at the vendor's night one guild meeting. It was love at first sight. Apparently it was a good choice as it caught the eye of someone else when I flaunted my yarn booty of that night graciously let someone pick the yarn for their next pair of socks, from my purchases. 

If this person wasn't so amazing I would have chosen another yarn. Who is to say that this person would have remembered choosing this yarn even if it does have a really cool name.

Yes that is what she named the yarn. I'm beginning to think that I want this woman to be my new best friend.

In March I went on vacation...are you jealous yet? If not you soon will be. I left during a snow storm and arrived to sunshine and 25 degrees. I told you that you'd be jealous.

So through the air I flew and I knit along the way. I arrived at my destination and I knit, watched tv and I knit, took the train and I knit. There were road trips, a Stichnn'Bitch, alpaca petting, camping, wine tasting, fishing, movie watching and I knit through it all. The holiday was 2 1/2 weeks long but for some reason I found myself with a finished pair of socks well before the holiday was over. 

Seriously what is up with this? Somewhere in my archives you'll read a post about how slow I knit. I even wrote a song about how slow I knit!

UMMMMMM.......

I have a confession......even though these were supposed to be my traveling socks....

I couldn't resist starting them well before my trip started and the momemt I stepped on the plane, I was working on the heel of the first sock. The colours mesmorized me and I couldn't stop myself. I was a machine, a wild and crazy sock knitting machine. I don't know how it happened, it was like a scene from Harry Potter. The yarn just flew around my needles and didn't stop until.....

Good thing I brought a second pair of socks to knit.

Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic