My ability to ignore the obvious is monumental sometimes. The irony in my last post about keeping things in moderation, while showcasing two large gift projects cast on in the same week, took days to grasp. Not the brightest bulb on the tree, I am.
But moving right along, harnessing the willpower to clean out my knitting basket last month has finally borne its fruit. One of the projects I completed as part of this undertaking is a pair of cable rib socks in one of my most coveted colorways, Lorna Lace's Gold Hill (details ravelled).
Started as an easy Xmas travel project, on December 22, they lingered and lingered and then lingered some more on their needles. Almost two months passed before they were complete and when they were done, I questioned if I hadn't seen the last of any sock knitting for the forseable future.
(I was pretty disappointed by this yarn. In more than one location I found what I believe are clumps of white nylon.)
The ennui surrounding the project was the result of some free range dissatisfaction. It wasn't the projects fault, but it was over a week before I cast on another sock. Not a long stretch for many, probably, but for me it seemed like eons, but I think it felt like that because I knit very little on it for a week.
Well, this second pair of socks, my Woodland Embossed Leaves (details ravelled), were completed last night, and I can say with some authority that my sock mojo is back.
I cast these on this morning and have made it through the first half of the second chart. The picture below was taken earlier today.
I adore this edging. Its delicate femininity caught my fancy the moment I first set eyes on the book.