Sockapalooza finis!
I finished the sock pal socks. Sort of.
See, when I was at the knitting group at Fringe last week (fun time; can't make it this week, but next week definitely), Sarah showed me a way to kitchener sock toes without fishing out a darning needle.
It's pretty slick, but as kitchenering is the bane of my existence (let's put it this way: if I got stuck in Purgatory, all I'd have in my knitting bag is socks to kitchener), I somehow managed to do it backwards.
Or so the Fool diagnosed.
So I batted my eyelashes and wheedled a bit and complimented him extravagantly, and right now, he's picking out my backwards kitchenering (and cussing) and is properly finishing the toe of a sock pal sock for me. I've still got ends to weave in.
The details: Charlene Schurch, "More Sensational Knitted Socks," out of Regia Bamboo.
See, when I was at the knitting group at Fringe last week (fun time; can't make it this week, but next week definitely), Sarah showed me a way to kitchener sock toes without fishing out a darning needle.
It's pretty slick, but as kitchenering is the bane of my existence (let's put it this way: if I got stuck in Purgatory, all I'd have in my knitting bag is socks to kitchener), I somehow managed to do it backwards.
Or so the Fool diagnosed.
So I batted my eyelashes and wheedled a bit and complimented him extravagantly, and right now, he's picking out my backwards kitchenering (and cussing) and is properly finishing the toe of a sock pal sock for me. I've still got ends to weave in.
The details: Charlene Schurch, "More Sensational Knitted Socks," out of Regia Bamboo.
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