The socks are the result of my learning to move slowly and build in relaxation time between bouts of box-filling. I knew this whole project would be a big job when Pete first told me he was ready to put on a second floor around this time last year, and I tried to be prepared for it, but OMIgosh, there is no such thing as prepared. It's so hard to leave home, I am clinging to the gratitude born of knowing we aren't selling the house - that we're coming back to it.
(at the same time, I am really getting into the whole 'living downtown' thing, and feeling like I don't want to leave the condo either. greedy, greedy girl.)
Anyhow, because I was feeling more relaxed than panic-stricken while I photographed the socks, I also photographed the novelty of my entire stash filling the back of Pete's car, with the third row of seating folded down no less.
Then he came outside again with a suitcase I recognized as containing more stash.
After the third time, I thought it was better to stop taking pictures.
(there's more in the back seat. Apparently I need never buy yarn again.)
Back to the socks. I did something weird with the heel flap - I made it longer, but forgot to pick up enough stitches along the sides with the first one and then had to do the same with the second, such that there is some puckering along the heel:
|I left the row-counter safety pins in to save time for photography. painful looking, aren't they?|
and whether it's for that reason or just the added length in that area, these are the most comfortable socks I've knit yet. The heel cup is like a little hug for my foot. So who cares if I totally messed up the green block of colour unadorned with any contrast colour?
Me, probably. I may do some duplicate stitch fanciness later.
In other news: some very nice movers are coming over at the end of the week, and after that we have about another week to tidy out anything we don't need because Ray wants to come and start the demo.
I am, frankly, scared. Scared I won't get it all packed, scared to say goodbye to my beautiful shabby house, scared to spend a year in a place less bathed in light though still quite sunny, scared because this whole thing is crazy expensive and getting more so all the time.
But I do have a pair of socks done.
So that's something.
(also: birds. but I'll tell you about those next week, after the dust starts to settle.)
Have a great week and I'll see you as soon as I'm able to clear a little time and space!