O. K. The Yarn Harlot just about lured me into the knitting vortex. I have a weakness and it is almost like she knows it...damn her! LOL!
Admittedly I am not as much of a yarn harlot as she is, but I would be if I had the resources. But ahhhhh, what is the weakness you may ask? I love hand knitted socks. There I said it, think ADMITTED it. I actually went on a sock knitting binge of almost 2 years a while back. Yup I sure did, and I learned a multitude of things.
I learned people in Florida don't have a clue about hand knit socks.
I learned that finding sock yarn in the south sucks!
I learned that you never get the money out of them that you deserve.
I learned that the books lie, at least for me, SOCK KNITTING IS NOT EASY!
I learned that there are, who even knows how many different types of toes and heels.
I learned that knitting is an emotional subjective art (as are many art forms). Everyone has a different method.
Finally I learned the most important less of all...I love hand knitted socks, I HATE knitting them. I LOVE hand knitted socks, the end result. I HATE the process. Tooooooo much math, and I wanted to take out an oozie and go postal when I would complete a pair and they won't fit me...sometimes not even anyone else I could gift them too.
But when someone asked my daughter where she got those cool yellow and pink socks, and she said "MY MOM MADE THEM FOR ME!" I thought I would wet my pants.
Weaving is rarely frustrating to me, at least tapestry anyway. I am good at it, enjoy the creativity of it, think freedom!
But mostly you don't WEAR my kind of weaving :-(.
So I got out the knitting basket...again...then I took out the last pair I knit and took a good look. I have several beautiful, artsy, knit myself for myself socks. But that last pair...I dropped a stitch....even wore them, often and never noticed. Until the last time I took out the sock knitting basket. Then all of the frustration came/comes rushing back at me...and I put that silly basket away again.
I did stitch the loop of the dropped stitch down with a needle and thread. It is on the bottom of the foot where no one else will ever see it. BUT I KNOW IT IS THERE...and it bugs me that it is in a simple plain stockinette stitch...how the heck did I do that?
I am including some pictures of my socks...lots of them were gifted of course...some are on display at the Art Center. I even thought about a workshop for sock knitting. SILLY ME!
I think I will warp up my rigid heddle, maybe make myself some sort of wrap....
These are the ones with the dropped stitch. The brown ones I handspun the yarn. I made my deceased father a pair that were exact opposites. Dark where mine were light and light where mine were dark.
I especially love the pink/red opposites.