Actual Sock Knitting Adventures
If you've been reading for a while you might remember how these socks became this disaster. Well, now they're on an adventure and on their way to becoming whole again. (In the literal sense, although it sounds like the socks have undergone some sort of emotional trauma which may also be true if socks have feelings!)
First I picked up stitches from one of the last good rounds before the chewed up section:
It's a little harder than I thought it would be on a sock that someone's been wearing - the stitch definition is just not like it once was. Then I snipped...
frogged...
and matched up the colors with the leftover yarn, because yes I am that obsessive!
Then I was on my way to re-knitting the sock for my sister! Knitting a plain stockinette single sock is faster than I remembered - I'm already to the toe decreases!
First I picked up stitches from one of the last good rounds before the chewed up section:
It's a little harder than I thought it would be on a sock that someone's been wearing - the stitch definition is just not like it once was. Then I snipped...
frogged...
and matched up the colors with the leftover yarn, because yes I am that obsessive!
Then I was on my way to re-knitting the sock for my sister! Knitting a plain stockinette single sock is faster than I remembered - I'm already to the toe decreases!
posted by Unknown at
3:44 PM
2 Comments:
Such dedication!
I think if my cats chewed something up that badly, it would probably become a kitty toy or dish rag (after I disowned the cats of course), but fortunately they just carry yarn around and don't hurt it.
You know, you really should put a warning label on this post - excessive and graphic violence to a piece of knitwear! The horror!!!! I'm glad it's back in your capable hands.
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