Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Uncooperative

There are reasons my husband is the cook in this family:

pile of badly burnt bacon
I swear I only walked away from my cooking breakfast for a moment, just to jot down a better paragraph in a story I'm writing. The coffee beeped when it was done, the muffins beeped when they were done, but long before that, the bacon just silently turned to char. I need a bacon timer - want to get on that, son?

Meanwhile, I hatched a plan to knit five pairs of cotton socks, quickly, at the beginning of the summer. I purchased 100 grams of fingering weight mostly-cotton (with a little acrylic to help it stretch) in each of five lovely, summery colors, picked out five different patterns for summer socks, spent a lovely evening pairing colors with patterns, and off I went. My one-pair-per-week speed turned out to be more like two-pair-per-three-weeks,but I'm moving right along. Pair the first, already in circulation:
 
Yarn: Knit Picks Comfy Fingering in Peony

Pattern: Raquel Gaskell's Dottie Sock - easily memorized stitch pattern, lovely heel construction.

Mods: Sized down to 56 sts around to fit my foot, adjusted heel accordingly. The picot bind-off was just too floppy in cotton yarn, so I converted the cuff to 10 rows of 1x1 ribbing and Jeny's Surprisingly Stretchy Bind-Off.

Results: They're about a half inch too long in the foot, but it certainly doesn't make them unwearable, and I'm learning about the ways cotton stretches after the knitting is done. Also, they only took one skein, so I have added a 6th pair/pattern to the race!

2 comments:

  1. Tragedies of that magnitude really ought to come with a warning label. That poor bacon. *sniffle*

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  2. I kinda like well-done bacon. I probably would have eaten it anyway. :-)

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