Recently, I went into a yarn shop to see a certain talented indie dyer’s yarn in person and hopefully get some into my sticky hands. When one of the people at the shop asked if she could help me, and I told her about my query, she informed me that they didn’t have any at the moment and wouldn’t be getting any in until the Fall because no one knits socks in the summer. Really? No one? Huh. Interesting. I knit socks in the summer. I’m pretty certain I am not alone on that. I mean, my friends knit socks
in the summer
. I look at knit blogs and see socks everywhere in the summer. In fact, there is even a knitalong
called the Summer of Socks. I even took a little poll, and of all the people who participated (thank you, by the way!
), everyone was on the side of sock-knitting in the summer. I thought that was a pretty strange thing to say. I mean, it’s one thing if you’re not getting the yarn until the Fall because of the dyer’s schedule. I well know what an indie crafter’s business is like in the summer. That’s fine – no biggie. But to tell me no one knits socks in the summer? Wha-huh? Strange indeed. (Of course, I am so ridiculously shy that instead of countering that with, “I know a lot of people who knit socks in the summer,” I politely thanked her and walked away.)
Anyway, socks are in full effect over here this summer, starting with these Spring Forward socks in Koigu (in a colorway that Diana and one ms. grumperina brilliantly and simultaneously described as sea-glass:
And these Waving Lace Socks, from Favorite Socks, also in Koigu:
Funny thing about this second pair of socks. I ran out of yarn when I reached the toe of the first sock, which means that I won’t have enough yarn to finish the second. Now I could do the smart, methodical thing and frog the first one (or part of the first one) or I can try to find more yarn like a crazy person. Guess which one I opted for? Although, in my defense, I would like to say it is not so much because I’m crazy (although I probably am) as because I am damn stubborn, which might be the same thing in the end. What is the definition of an unreasonable man again? Besides, I would rather have a sock with an off-colored toe that no one will see under my Wellies or boots and have the sock be long enough so that I don’t get a chill than have perfectly matching socks and chilly legs. (I’m a wuss about the cold.) More on this later, though….