I was going to dye some more roving today but have run out of steam. That’s because I stayed up until midnight last night making socks.
Oh, don’t get too excited. Crocheted socks, but socks nonetheless pattern that scared me with distinctive sock like parts that about drove me bugshit. 🙂
Kind of frilly and goofy, but that’s my handpainted yarn and that’s my sock and it fits perfectly and is comfortable too. A couple small jags here and there but I think a pretty good showing for my first attempt. And, just so I wouldn’t lose momentum, I’ve already started the second one.
I am using a size F crochet hook so the actual worked fabric of the sock is sturdy and feels good on my feet. I’ve found some more difficult crocheted sock patterns; I’m going to see if I can do those. I was told recently that crocheting a sock is a good way to get the basic concept of how a sock goes together and eventually, knitting socks makes sense. Which may have been their way of soothing me and telling me that it’s o.k. to admit defeat towards sock knitting.
Holy crap it’s cold here. I don’t even want to go anywhere. It’s kind of nice to not have to go anywhere today, I’ll face the elements tomorrow.