Fifteen rows, Part II of the Great Sock Project. The yarn is a very intellectual yarn. It is crisp, correct, defined and compliant. I feel the unity of knitting with stitch definition such as this. But it does not call out to my soul, as does cashmere, silk, or alpaca. There is no sensuality in the stitches. It will simply be a beautiful sock. Lorna's Laces, Tahoe colorway.
It will be a very examined and analyzed sock. Part I of the Great Sock Project is complete. I have measured every inch of sock knitting. I now know that it takes me 162.33 yards to knit my average st st sock pattern. I waved the scrap of paper with my numbers and math at Mr. Etherknitter.
"LOOK! I am now the boss of my sock knitting!" She laughed. She danced. She capered about the bathroom like a madwoman.
Mr. Etherknitter has gotten used to this reaction to FOs. His college degree makes it possible for him to understand my numerical glee. Then he outdid me.
Part II of the Great Sock Caper is to weigh each part of the sock process, crosscheck it with the measured math. The measurements are heir to all permutations of measurement error possible with yarn. How stretched does one measure the yarn segment? What is the tension achieved by the knitter in different knitting sessions?
I asked him if he cared about the humidity factor. "What humidity....OH!", as a smile crossed his handsome, intelligent and co-conspiring face. A difference of opinion arose. He wants me to measure the weight of the yarn and the weight of the needles at the same time that I take temperature and humidity measurements next to the scale.
"NO." I stamped my sockless foot. "Do you remember Sleeping Beauty? The post where I log in all the humidity measurements will be the knitblogging equivalent of the spindle on which she pricked her finger. My readers' co-workers, cats, and significant others will find them, faces mashed into the keyboard, asleep for a hundred years, if I do that."
I am taking measurements to amuse him. I will not inflict this on you. The Java Applet is just one sock away from taking shape, morphing into existence.
I was stunned to find that my size 10.5 foot needs only 325 yards of yarn. I'll include ribbing, cuff, gusset, heel, foot and toe data. Stay tuned.
Weaving in the ends is now a pleasure. I am not a person who sews. Yes, I have the current common cold, but I am not feverishly delusional. (Yet.) Lorrie dropped a silver sliver in my lap at knitting one evening several months ago.
It is the most beautiful Chibi needle, hand-machined, as exquisitely detailed as only a talented metal-working knitter can create. It matches the silver dpns she made, with the twists. I love it unreasonably.
Only the vest stands between me and my goal. And not for long. I ran into yarn tangles that a more controlled use of scissors will solve. Picture knitting one side of the V-neck from the inside of one ball, and the outside of a second, and the other side of the V-neck from the outside of the first ball, and the inside of the second. Confused? Me too. I'll label and chop soon, work one side of the V at a time, pick up a gazillion stitches around neck and armholes, sew two seams, after a three needle bindoff for the shoulders, and be done.