My Knitting Life · My Sock Philosophy

Recent Sock Knitting

I’ve been knitting a pair of socks and have a few other projects on my needles. I haven’t done a lot of knitting because I just came off a hard (and wonderful and final!) year of teaching! Suffice it to say that students are wonderful but the climate in education, sadly, is all about test scores. Enough of that!

When the governor’s wife came to town!

I love to buy a mini skein to use for cuff, heel, and toe. The mini-skein is called Emma’s Yarn Sock Smalls, Drops of Jupiter. The main color is Miss Babs Estrellita, Jubilee, an exclusive color for Simply Socks Yarn Company. I made my own simple pattern, 64 stitches, a simple cable down the leg, classic flap heel, and modified rib for the lower part of the sock (no sense in feeling those cable lumps in my shoes!)

Oh, and we are moving. To Kansas City. Here in Salt Lake City, we are on our “second tour of duty in Utah,” and it’s time to move closer to family. We have our reason: she’s two and grand! I’m hoping (as I always do) that I will now have more time to blog—haha.

Finally, I’ve used a few new tools, some needles and some yarn holders. The needles are from Addi called Crasy Snake. Yes, I spelled it correctly! They are shaped and not straight, meant to battle fatigue while knitting. I think my left hand liked the shape, but since I’m a thrower as opposed to a picker, my right hand was just ok with having to regrab after every stitch.
As for the yarn holders, I ordered more! These come in different sizes and are snug on center-pull balls, keeping the yarn from tangling. I love these!

That’s all for now! Stay sane and keep knitting. These two things go together, sanity and knitting!

My Knitting Life

When a knitter dies…

This post is a tribute to my knitting friend, Jackie, who died at the end of March. I only saw her a handful of times over the last few years since we now live far apart. But once we were close. We taught in the same building, and she was my mentor teacher when I was becoming a licensed teacher. Strange, isn’t it, that someone put us together to be mentor/mentee. I guess we were meant to find each other in the knitting world.

Now her needles are still and silent. There will be no more felted slippers for friends, no more newborn projects for great nieces and nephews, hats for her husband, socks for her son. I am unraveled at the thought of the end of my friend. No more purls; no more stitches.

Sadness