I really haven’t done much knitting this summer. At all. I’ve been working at finishing up a couple pairs of socks which have been lingering (one for years; how embarrassing), but other than that, not so much.
The first pair was The Boy’s April Fool’s Socks which, uh, obviously weren’t ready in April. I finished them up on the flight over to Denmark, wove in all the ends and washed them when we got back. The Boy hadn’t been too keen on wearing them but as it’s colder now, perhaps they’ll get some use.
The other pair is the many-year-old one: my take on Cookie A.’s Pomatomus. Ravelry informs me that I first cast on for these puppies (using my second attempt at Kool-Aid dyed yarn) back in November 2007, which is somewhat shameful, so all throughout our Scandinavia trip, and on the flight back, I worked diligently away on that second sock, turned the heel and then we got home.
(As a side-note, are you freaked out by the pastiness of the skin showing through the lace holes in the sock? I’d like to tell you I was sick with something at the time, or that a vampire modeled the sock for me, but no: I’m pretty much that colour all year round, even when paddling.)
For a couple nights after we got back, I’d knit away at the insole (so close!) row by row getting closer to a finished pair until… the cold hit. I won’t say Autumn, because it wasn’t Fall yet at that time. It was cold though, so I went through my box of scarves, hats and mitts to find that… I had only one pair of mitts, which The Boy’s mom made for me, and they were on a string. (The string? Very useful, but not so good for business attire.) What? Me? Not have an appropriate pair of mittens for myself?! Clearly I had to cast on. So I did. See?
Flailing around the house trying to find needles in the right size I also found… more mitts. Mitts for The Boy. Mitts which I started back in November 2008 to replace the previous pair which he wore through and/or lost and that I still haven’t finished up yet. Oops.
It’s not that I don’t want The Boy to have nice toasty hands: I think that’s something that everyone who lives in a frosty climate has a right to. It’s more that the mitts he requested are… boy mitts. So they’re boring. (Sorry, there’s no other way to describe the “manly” patterns that he’ll tolerate. In knitting terms, manly = boring.) Worse still, these mitts are double-stranded boring.
I love the look of Fair Isle but I have to say, 90% of the time, it saps my will to live to knit it. I’m a slow knitter in general (both English and Continental), and if you throw two strands in there, my progress slows to a crawl.
So, yes. Those are my excuses on the boy-mitt front. Excuses, however, aren’t going to keep The Boy’s hands warm come winter, so I had to come up with a deal with myself. This is what I managed: I can finish my first mitt (which is whipping itself together at a frightening speed: see above) but can not start on the second one until I finish at least one of The Boy’s mitts.
…that’s fair, right?