As I’ve said, sometimes I experience Second Sock Syndrome even if the pattern is of my own making. Second Sock Syndrome is when the second of a pair of socks takes an unrealistically long, long time from cast on to cast off. I’ve had Second Sock Syndrome that lasted two years. Hence, when The Skipper’s second sock was beginning to lag I decided a major intervention was needed.
Like the old ball and chain prison inmates carried around with them in the silent movies of yore, I decided the sock would become my constant companion. As long as it was unfinished, I had to carry it with me wherever I went.
The sock chills out with a pumpkin and Autumn flowers.
The sock takes the long walk down the hill to gather the mail. The sock had no problem coming back up the hill, though I can’t say the same for me.
The sock running errands in the car. It got a lot of knitting time waiting in the doctor’s office.
The ball and chain theory worked. The Skipper’s second sock is done. Photographs on Monday.
Have a great weekend.
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The second sock, in a knitted pair, carries a curse. For me, the curse is anything that can go wrong will go wrong when knitting the second sock. It’s why I like to quietly cast on my tiny stitches for the second sock with no announcement or fanfare and knit it as discreetly as possible, hiding it under other knitting when putting it away for the evening, in short doing everything I can not to catch the attention of the knitting-powers-that-be and hopefully skirt the curse. Instead I made a gruesome error.
When I completed the first sock, I mistakenly called the accomplishment to The Skipper’s attention. With great effort, he pulled his eyes away from the sports channel, glimpsed the sock, and said, “So the second one should be easier.”
I inhaled sharply as if I had suffered a severe paper cut. He didn’t say that, I thought to myself, tell me he didn’t say that. I could feel the attention of the knitting-powers-that-be rivet onto me, taking in my tiny, pathetic sock needles and the innocent ball of yarn awaiting cast on as the second sock. I closed my eyes and practiced deep breathing for the next 10 seconds and tried to accept that the second sock would be a hellion.
No sense in chastising The Skipper. The man isn’t superstitious in the least. If I had explained the curse, he would dismiss it as irrational. Yes, irrational to him, but he wasn’t the one who would struggle to knit through the curse.
I have restarted the sock twice. Despite the progress shown in the picture above, I will most likely be ripping it back for a third time as I don’t like the way the short rows look on the two initial right side rows that begin the toe shaping. I am going to give the toe a little soak today to see if it blocks out. I know that it won’t.
On a positive note, I ordered yarn to begin a small shawl that I have wanted to knit for months. If I am lucky, the yarn will be in today’s post and I will cast on for the shawl while the wretched sock dries. If I’m really, really, lucky it will take the entire weekend for the thing to dry.
Have a good weekend.
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The Skipper has socks. He is a hard man to please when it comes to knitted items. These he loves.
The pattern is Waffle Creams by Anne Hanson. You can get the pattern at her website knitspot. The yarn is also from Anne Hanson, Bare Naked Wools Breakfast Blend Fingering in oatmeal. To tell the truth, at first I wasn’t thrilled with the yarn for the first five rounds or so. But, once I got into the cables and started to see how well the yarn worked with the pattern…well I just can’t resist a perfect match. The yarn shows off the pattern perfectly. The Skipper says he loves the feel of the socks on his feet. A comment he has never made about the other socks in other yarns that I have knit him. Perhaps The Skipper has “found” his yarn.
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