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Sunday February 11, 2007
A day of rest.
What would have been my Dad's birthday (were he still with us), and a day I had planned to spend on a family outing. As it was, I chose not to spread my germs to all my relatives and retired gracelessly to bed. In consequence, the Jaywalker socks were finished prematurely; Alison kindly gave me my instructions, and the wool (Lorna's laces) for my birthday and now here I am wearing them. I like the way that by happy accident the stitch count has produced a sort of spiral stripe around the leg. I lengthened the socks, but really this is not a good idea for this pattern as there is no calf shaping, and for me they have turned out a little like support stockings. Much more flattering length for the chubby calf, though.
I sacrifice all for elegance.
I started these socks last Tuesday when I went to the National theatre - I know how to enjoy an evening out - how cultured I am.
Posted by Christina at 6:51 PM. Category: Knitting and Crochet
Comments
Your jaywalkers are great! Glad to see it worked out so well. I dont get your point about knitting at the theatre - are you implying that this is in some way odd?
Posted by: Alison on February 17, 2007 10:16 PM
Socks look fantastic.
Photos are good too. Must get to grips with our camera some time. Lx
Posted by: lyn on February 19, 2007 10:41 AM
