Name that Sock

Wow. Okay. I think I will give up stitching and convert to knit-ism. You don’t seem to mind, judging from all the sweet comments you left on my previous post. Thank you. You’re all lovely.

Next week, on November 2nd to be precise, I will be turning 20.

(Remember: 40 is the new 30 is the new 20?)…

No, dang it, no more fairy tales: I WILL BE 40. Middle aged. I will be a dried-up old prune. And I think I will enjoy it immensely. Although it will be my first birthday without my Papa calling me early in the morning and singing Lang zal ze leven for me, which will make it a very difficult day indeed, I’m planning a weekend of festivities only my fellow stitchers will understand. Yup, you’ve guessed it: I’m going to lock myself in my cozy little cabin (Pelle is with the ex this weekend), finish a pair of socks and possibly certainly start a new pair; I’m going to drink gallons of coffee and green apple tea and probably a drop or two or three of red wine, and I’m going to start a new… sampler! Yes, that will be my birthday gift to me. A new sampler. This one, to be precise:

I’m sure the non-sock-knitters (aka the toastiness-deprived) among you will be relieved to learn of this plan. Although, you know, I have NO business starting a new sampler with all of my UFO drawers overflowing, but who cares. I’m nearly 40, I can do what I want.

Now, a couple of things about these socks:

1) I’m using one ball Scheepjes Invicta Colour, striping it with itself by knitting from both ends of the ball, as I’ve seen done on Ravelry.com. It’s not a lot of fun to knit with this yarn, because I think it came straight from the sheep (you know, after it’d been on a visit to the Lamb to the Dyer Salon) without coming across a spinning contraption of any kind. The stripes weren’t working for me, either. I mean, in a ball of dark purple, dark red, bright green, bright blue and bright orange, how did the dark red and the purple cross each other, leaving the more cheerful colours entirely out of the equation?
2) Stripes are surprisingly difficult to do well when knitting. Hence the supreme wonkiness of the first sock. The second sock looks a lot better.
3) I now need stripey socks in every imaginable colourway - and every unimaginable one, as well - or I shall never be happy again.
4) This colourway is yummy, I’m sure you’ll agree, and it’s called Grape Arbour. As I was knitting along (well, plodding, really), I was thinking of possible sock names to go with the name of the yarn, the look of the sock and the experience of the knitting. At first, I tended towards Chateau Chit, because of the crappiness of the entire thing, but now that I’ve started the second sock and it’s starting to all turn out exactly as I wanted it, I’m leaning towards naming this pair Chateau Chic. What think you, honeybuns?

Alrighty, off to discipline my unruly cat before he unravels my SIP... Pantoooooooooooooooef!!!!!!

Yours still thirty-somethingly,
Annemarie.