Confessions of a Sock Addict
The confessions of a sock addict hoping to find other addicts to support her in her highly addicting habit.
Lesson Learned
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The line about being on a self-imposed yarn diet because I was bad at fiber fairs last month…Yeah that was a crock of crap if I ever saw one. I cracked. Cracked big time. I was going to be good, I swear I was.

But then I found whole websites dedicated to sock yarns: The Loopy Ewe, Simply Socks, Little Knits, Ewe Need Yarn and, and …I couldn’t resist. Even through the internet I could hear the siren songs of the sock yarn as I drooled over the yarns. I KNOW why Lime N’ Violet call it yarn pr0n.

Before I could get a hold on myself, I had an order from all of the above mentioned: Fleece Artist, Cherry Tree Hill, Schaefer, Great Adirondack, Opal, Regia…They all fell into my shopping basket. It all happened so fast my head is reeling from the colors and textures. We won’t go into what will happen when the credit card bill comes in.

In the mean time, all of the yarn is in except from some backordered Great Adirondack yarn from Ewe Need Yarn who says it probably be in sometime this week and probably be in my hot little hands before the end of next week.

I spent an evening reskeining all the yarn into balls and quickly learned the reason why you don’t roll the yarn into cakes until you are ready to work with it. The cats thought the loose ball bands were the best toys ever created. I don’t think they would have loved them more if I had rolled them in catnip. Mistletoe shredded one right before my eyes; Ashley has hauled off at least 2 to an unknown location for her to torture at leisure. I have no clue what skein of Fleece Artist is what colorway; Blue Lagoon and Sea Storm look kind alike when skeined. The only way I can tell the Scheafer Anne apart from the Fleece Artist is the fine halo of mohair. But who knows if I can remember that in three months when I get around to knitting it up. The 6 remaining ball bands that I managed to save, I have no clue where to store them since I can’t figure out a way to keep the with the yarn cake.

Even after learning my ball band lesson, I couldn’t help placing all the yarns out on my coffee table to admire them. They are almost too beautiful to knit. They are pieces of fine art just sitting there, glowing in the sunlight. I could get a really nice glazed ceramic bowl to display them in right there in the middle of the table. I could admire them that way forever. Hubby might not approve of my idea of decorating, but who cares! I’m easily amused.

On a different note, I finished up the Wooly Wonka socks Sunday morning. I wanted these socks badly. All the socks that I’ve made for myself are worsted weight yarn. They are all great socks, but it has to be a blizzard before I can wear them. Amazing, considering that my feet are often compared to blocks of ice by hubby. The Wooly Wonka socks were the first pair of fingering weight socks I would have. Even being 100% wool, I figured at that weight with my ice blocks…I mean feet, I could wear them until the very hottest days of summer.

So Sunday morning I got up early while everyone was a sleep and finished up the toes. As hubby stumbled out of bed for breakfast, I had just grafted the toe shut. Ahha, VICTORY! I immediately slipped my new socks on my feet and danced around to admire them. Hubby looked at me like I was a freak. He doesn’t understand handknitted socks. He won’t let me knit him socks; he won’t let me knit him anything.

After the savoring my victory of the Wooly Wonka socks, I immediately whipped out the second skein of Lion & Lamb Seaside yarn to finish that pair of socks since I have heard non-stop whining from the first Seaside sock since last weekend. Once I cast-on its mate, it stopped whining. It did, however, insist on hanging over my shoulder watching me knit its mate. It was not satisfied when I called it quits later that night after getting past the heel. If it had its way, I would have stayed up all night finishing its mate. I finally finished the second sock Monday night. I love worsted weight socks; you can whip those babies out in no time. I just wish they were a little cooler to wear. *sigh* Oh well, I’ll be ready for winter this year.

On the Needles Report: Grape Arbor Shawl from Wendy’s Knits, out of Interlacements Kansas Colorway 109, & Sarah’s Generic Anklet Socks out of Lion Microspun Colorway Ebony.
2007-06-06 01:58:53 GMT


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