April 23, 2004

I don't know where the sock is.

Yesterday Laurie wrote: (sorry, hold on a minute, yesterday I got some of the funniest, cleverest comments, simply a parade of entertainment. If you didn't read them...go back now. I'll wait for you)

"By my count, you are ahead in the positive column by one -- wine and chocolate. And you DID abandon the Dublin Bay when it prove unattractive to you, now didn't you? So you are willing, for aesthetic reasons, to abandon a pattern you LIKED, but you are unwilling to abandon a pattern you seem to find (ahem) frustating in the extreme? Does this mean that you LIKE the way these socks look? 'Fess up. "

Fine. It's like this, I've discovered that I don't like entrelac. Well, that's not entirely fair. I don't like it in this application, this is the only entrelac I've done, could be that it's more fun than sliding around naked in skeins of Koigu (not that I would know) if you have the right project. It's not that I don't think entrelac is worth it. It's not even that it's too hard. (Nothing is too hard for the Harlot, sorry...third person bravado again) it's like this....
I'm not sure it's worth it. I've got no problem with hard. No problem at all, but if I'm going to spend a lot of time on something, I want the darned payoff. These socks should be incredible. They are fussy and clever and they should look like a million bucks. For the amount of time that they are taking, they should be so breathtaking that people consider dedicating their lives to the pursuit of poetry and the spell of a really, really good sock when they see them.
Instead I've been reduced to the knitters version of the horrible bar game that sweaty men play...."Drink until she gets pretty".

This is not me. So....No, I don't know where the sock is. Couldn't tell ya. May have been stolen out of the back of my car.

In the meantime. I was in desperate need of a little glorious victory, so I finished Joe's socks.

joescables

A big thank you goes out to Joe for agreeing to put his legs and feet on the blog. The man was pretty co-operative this morning, which makes me wonder if the twitch over my eye from the entrelac is more obvious than I think. The pattern is from here

vintagesocksbook

but just to give it a little harlotty (is that a word? Is now.) edge, I reversed the pattern and knit it toe up, to make the most of the yarn (#1319) which is darned nice indeed.

I'm going out in the sunshine now, and don't be looking around here for that sock while I'm gone. I told you, I don't know where it is.

Posted by Stephanie at April 23, 2004 10:54 AM