I love this sock. I would think that most people would remark on the very cool picot hem. (I labored away at this finicky detail, tight knitter that I am, whipped on by Claudia's admonition that whipstitch is wussy.) No. The universal comment is "Wow, NICE color." Margene gave this to me in Utah. It's a fun knit. It has a heel flap stitch that is new to me: the purl row alternates *sl 1, P1*, creating a unique inner texture that feels more resistant to wear.
I really hesitate to discuss what this roving looks like, predrafted. It's lounging on the rug by the wheel, waiting its turn in the drafting triangle.
The colors and the combination are magnificent. I managed to talk Chris Wooly Buns out of saving all of this for herself. I had to use my most persuasive Jedi Voice to get her to put it in a bag for me. And THEN, I had to bring the Voice out once more just to get her to name the colorway.
Autumn Glow is spinning into a subtle, heathery thing of beauty. How much did I buy? Six ounces? Eight ounces? It will be enough for a scarf. The color is only part of the charm of this roving. The texture. Ohhhhh, the feel of this stuff. It's rambouillet/angora. (What percentages, Chris?) The longwools offer only the act of spinning as therapy, sacrificing texture for ease of use. This cloud gives off *oommmm* throughout the whole deal.
Here is the obligatory bobbin shot. I'm spinning the fall equinox.