I finished another pair of socks, the “van socks” I thought about in 2015, started last spring, then re-started after dyeing one of the yarns, knocked out a few rows last summer, and finally set to finish up around the new year.
They sat for the last month or so just waiting for a bind-off and/or an end to the waffling I always go through nearing the end of a sock with yarn to spare – do I or don’t I increase a bit to go over the calf? But I don’t want to end mid-calf, and the amount of leftover yarn likely isn’t enough to reach the knee, so it is just a dumb loop I needlessly play.
The color of the socks isn’t really right in any of these photos – they’re mostly brown with a bit of orange, cranberry, and purple-brown.
And the walls are really yellow, but the floors aren’t, and my long johns are brown not purple, (but Rocco’s colors are almost right).
My socks look weird deflated, so I prefer to shoot them filled out, and I have no sock blockers or fake feet, so I have to make do. And the light is weak indoors, and at the moment it’s icy outdoors, and let’s just get this done and move on to other things.
But the other thing at the moment are giant snowy ice bombs launching off the roof and slamming into the half-frozen hyacinths. It’s making Rocco equal parts scared and protective.
I can’t get a moment of free feet.
And I still can’t get the right color balance.
But they’re warm.
And done.
And the last for a bit – my sock drawer is officially full.
Edited to add:
Finally, the actual color – more muted.
And after a day, slouchy ankles too, but the ribbed part stays up, so note to self to reduce ankle stitches next time…
ASTITCHMATISM 