OMG I am so boring! I am knitting another sock. Not an a new pattern, or even a new yarn. This is another 3x1 ribbed sock out of the leftover Knitpicks Stroll Tonal I used for Joe's socks earlier in the summer. The only difference is that it's a lot smaller, because I'm making it for a 4yo boy (Daniel) instead of a very tall grown man. Lord help us, you might be saying to yourself, why does she even bother to have a knitting blog?
In my defense, I have hit a wall with Keelin and need a little time off to think about it. Remember how I mentioned in the middle of some rambling post that I wasn't crossing the cables correctly? Remember how I said something like "Oh well it doesn't really bother me because it's at least consistent and I'll soon have another sweater for myself?" No sooner were those words out of my mouth (in a manner of speaking, seeing as this is cyber-space) I kept looking at my partial sweater and wondering if maybe I should start over after all to do those cables correctly because the original really is better than my accidental pattern alteration. The longer I thought about it, the longer it bugged me. So I put it down and hemmed and hawed and I have come to the conclusion that I am enough of a perfectionist that I'd rather go to the extra trouble of re-knitting the whole thing and have it just right. A sweater is a lot of hours of work and it would be a waste of good wool and good money not to correct a mistake like that. It's killing me, though, because otherwise it was going so well - no gauge issues, no ripping back for other errors...I can't bring myself to start over yet, and that's why I started that little sock. So easy, so mindless, so little room for error. My little boy needs warm socks for his growing feet and he's still young enough that he really likes when I make him stuff, so here we are.
Maybe my next sweater will be out of fat, chunky yarn. Yeah, that's the ticket.