The camping socks are done. They’ve been everywhere. The ocean. The river. The lake. All pretty places. A lot of memories for one pair of socks over the course of the past month.
They were a surprise, really. Not on my sock-knitting agenda, at least not until I ran out of yarn and had to make a spontaneous purchase: Queensland Australia sock yarn. It was the color palette that grabbed me. (I wasn’t entirely pleased with the unblended color transition after picking up stitches post-heel turn, but such is life.)
This is my first pair of simple stockinette socks. A bit of ribbing at the top and then KNIT KNIT KNIT. They were a quick project as a result. I used a combination of Hermione’s Everyday Sock and Blueberry Waffles for the heel (both free patterns). I rather like stockinette sock knitting and just might do it again sometime soon. Translation: I will ABSOLUTELY be doing this again ASAP.
It’s forecast to break 100°F (37.8°C) here later this week, so I don’t think I will be wearing the new socks for a while. They will, however, be a nice treat come fall.
Joining Ginny’s Yarn Along and reading the last novel of the Neapolitan Series (The Story of the Lost Child). I also just started The Nest, an e-book from the library. (Not affiliate links…)
*Prize yarn for the Olympic Knit-Along is in the mail! I can’t wait for it to arrive so I can share it along with all the details. Keep practicing (knit, knit, and knit some more!) and be sure to join the group for This Knitted Life group on Ravelry so you can be part of the fun and win some good stuff.
I’m home. Barely. Just long enough to wash away all the grime from last weekend’s adventures (no one got sick or injured and it didn’t rain, so it’s a win in my book…) and pack everything back up for the next jaunt tomorrow, assuming I manage to get the peaches canned before dawn (ours trees decided to ripen rather inconveniently this year).
We’re heading to Lassen National Park for a few nights. Other than a blurry childhood memory, I’ve never been.
I’m looking forward to some fresh adventures. If I catch Reed early enough in the morning when he’s still fresh, I might get lucky and get a “hike” in too! Three is that tricky age when they’re too heavy to carry and too young to do the distance on their own.
I see fishing in our future.
I lucked out last weekend. That is, I didn’t run out of yarn, and my needles didn’t break. There was no knitting tragedy. This leaves me incredibly paranoid for the future. Things can only go smoothly for so long.
Then you hit a bump.
Thus, I am all the more prepared. The simple stockinette socks are packed, and I am determined to finish them. There’s just 3/4 of a sock to go. (I am, however, driving, so there’s eight hours -round trip- of knitting time down the drain. But I’m trying to focus on the bright side.)
I also have two back-up projects packed. Just in case.