Starry Sky socks

Status as of last week. Aren't my glowing pastey legs just too sexy for words?


Flash forward, after commuting and camping knitting, and the socks are within shooting distance of being an FO. Yesterday was deemed "Finish the Socks for Christ's Sake" Day, and in an uncharacteristic example of mise en place, I printed a new-to-me bind off (EZ's Sewn), ate lunch at my desk to maximize my knitting time, and plopped myself in a nice shady patch of grass with all tools at hand. I bound off. Easy peasy. Stretchy. I was delighted. Until ...

I tried the socks on. Eff-ing Mafia! The socks are primarily stockinette, and in my hurry to finish them, I forgot to add some ribbing. Of course the socks rolled like mad. Rolling socks may be fine for some people, but not for me. Especially not for socks that will be worn under drapey work pants.

Also, in my enthusiastic weaving of ends, I didn't notice this silly mistake (that white line - it's called lazy weaving):

So I spent an entire hour picking out all 128 cast off stitches. Tedious doesn't begin to capture it. With Beth as my witness, I nearly chucked the whole project. But once I was curled into the corner of my couch, I added a teeny bit of ribbing and worshipped at the altar of EZ's Sewn Cast Off again. That's a perfect toe-up sock cast off, by the way. And of course I have Danielle to thank for pointing it out. I was too tired to snap a picture last night, so I'll recycle another from last week. They're slighting taller and they don't roll.

Before someone asks, yes, that's my first tattoo. She's a pink rose (in honor of my grandmother) with the stem woven through the symbol for woman. At age 11, I decided I wanted a pink rose on my ankle. At 18, after all the changes that years 11-17 bring, I still wanted the same thing. So I got it, with one addition. As a raving feminist, I added the feminist symbol. A few years later, I realized that the provincial Scranton, PA tattoo artist knew something I didn't, because the flower looks exactly like labia. Since then, she's faded and blurred a little, so I'm heading to a parlor on Saturday for a touch-up and for Tat #2.