Knitting and PM Tylenol don't mix!
I was almost finished with sock #1 from Monday's post, and was down to the last 8 sitches I needed to bind off to finish the toe...and I'm not exactly sure what happened...other than I had a nasty headache took some PM Tylenol.
For those who don't knit,let me back up and give you some detail.
You work the sock until you get to about the bottom of where your big toe becomes it's own...toe. Then you start to decrease at the to junctions where the top and bottom of the sock meet, and keep decreasing until you have about 4 top stitches and 4 bottom stitches.
At that point, you give yourself some extra yarn and cut it off from the ball of yarn. You have to turn the sock inside out so when you bind-off, it's inside (kind of like keeping the seams inside). Well, it's a bit difficult to try to turn the sock inside out with the double point needles still attached, so you transfer the stitches to pieces of yarn or ribbon (I like 1/8" ribbon) and get all ribbon ends and the extra length of yarn and try to stuff it into the teeny, tiny hole at the toe. That I was able to do successfully.
Once the sock is inside out, you transfer the stitches back to the DPNs and bind off. My PM Tylenol-impaired brain just couldn't coordinate that intricate task, and drop the stitches and couln't get them back. I think I tossed the sock on the floor in front of my nightstand.
Maybe tonight I'll feel brave enough to try again.
While that sock lay beached on my bedroom floor, last night, I went looking for it's mate skein of yarn in acticipation of getting the other sock started soon. But, as I was searching, I came across another sock where I'd finished the first sock, but only just started the second.
For years, I scoffed at those knitters who succumbed to the First Sock Syndrome (this is actually a documented ailment!). Those knitters who knitted the first sock and were bored and moved onto another project, leaving the one sock alone and unwanted. That was not me! I could never do that to a poor, defenseless sock!
Sitting in the dark, at the bottom of my yarn basket, I came across a single unwanted, unloved sock.
Was I in denial?
Did I too suffer from that same First Sock Syndrome I smirked at others for?
Shock and shame forced me to do what I did next. I picked up that sock and it's barely started mate and promised that it wouldn't be alone for long.
Here's the evidence...
For those who don't knit,let me back up and give you some detail.
You work the sock until you get to about the bottom of where your big toe becomes it's own...toe. Then you start to decrease at the to junctions where the top and bottom of the sock meet, and keep decreasing until you have about 4 top stitches and 4 bottom stitches.
At that point, you give yourself some extra yarn and cut it off from the ball of yarn. You have to turn the sock inside out so when you bind-off, it's inside (kind of like keeping the seams inside). Well, it's a bit difficult to try to turn the sock inside out with the double point needles still attached, so you transfer the stitches to pieces of yarn or ribbon (I like 1/8" ribbon) and get all ribbon ends and the extra length of yarn and try to stuff it into the teeny, tiny hole at the toe. That I was able to do successfully.
Once the sock is inside out, you transfer the stitches back to the DPNs and bind off. My PM Tylenol-impaired brain just couldn't coordinate that intricate task, and drop the stitches and couln't get them back. I think I tossed the sock on the floor in front of my nightstand.
Maybe tonight I'll feel brave enough to try again.
While that sock lay beached on my bedroom floor, last night, I went looking for it's mate skein of yarn in acticipation of getting the other sock started soon. But, as I was searching, I came across another sock where I'd finished the first sock, but only just started the second.
For years, I scoffed at those knitters who succumbed to the First Sock Syndrome (this is actually a documented ailment!). Those knitters who knitted the first sock and were bored and moved onto another project, leaving the one sock alone and unwanted. That was not me! I could never do that to a poor, defenseless sock!
Sitting in the dark, at the bottom of my yarn basket, I came across a single unwanted, unloved sock.
Was I in denial?
Did I too suffer from that same First Sock Syndrome I smirked at others for?
Shock and shame forced me to do what I did next. I picked up that sock and it's barely started mate and promised that it wouldn't be alone for long.
Here's the evidence...
posted by Singular Stitches at 5/23/2007 11:08:00 AM
11 stitches made
