Oh, the exquisite pain of ripping back a whole sock leg. Oh dear, how it stings. #knitterproblems
See that green sock? I got all the way through the cuff, leg, heel turn, and gusset pickup before I realized that I had, in fact, forgotten that I’d cast on 68 sts, not 64 sts, when I began the pink sock back in December. I had added a purl stitch between each repeat to give the pattern a bit more stretch. It’s not super visible and it’s not like the socks will exactly match anyway (being different colors and all), but the patterning on the pink sock looked a bit more sculpted to my eye, and I knew that every time I put them on I’d feel like the green sock was a tad bit tighter (whether it really was or not). Thus, frogging commenced. I was tempted to put the socks in time out and just start something new, but I HELD MY GROUND and re-started the green sock with a minimum of grumbling. I feel like I’ve reached a new level of knitting maturity here, folks. Hurrah for me.
I’ve been rather monogamous in my crafting (having zero free time will do that to a gal) but I did manage to squeeze in a bit of time to ply my Malabrigo Nube singles. I’m making a cabled yarn, which means that the two bobbins of 2-ply yarn you see above is just the first step of plying. Next, I need to run each bobbin through the wheel again to add extra twist to the yarn, then I will ply each 2-ply yarn together in the opposite direction to make the final cabled yarn. I confess, I can’t wait to see what it looks like!
As for books, I finished The Elephant in the Laboratory and have moved on to Mama, PhD. Of all the ‘balancing career and motherhood’ type books I’ve read lately, I like this one the least. It’s by far the most depressing, and is full of essays by women whose experiences are unlikely to be similar to mine. They mostly have humanities PhDs in topics like literature or theater and from what I understand, science is quite a different beast. (Better or worse, who knows.) The essays are written much more poetically than those in the other books, though, and can be quite emotionally moving, albeit usually bleak. I read one this morning by a woman with a special needs autistic child that was just heartbreaking. This review on Amazon sums up my impressions pretty well.
That’s all from me today! Linking up with Yarnalong, as usual.