Monday, February 23, 2009

Letting Go

There are times to be the one in charge of the knitting. And there are times when you just have to sit back and let it happen. I have this kind of uneasy relationship with self-patterning yarn. On the one hand, I love how fast it knits up, and it fascinates me how the slightest change in tension makes the pattern change. I watch the stitches fall off the needles enthralled by the serendipity of it all.
self-patterning socks on feet

On the other hand, it makes me twitchy that the patterns change from one color repeat to the next, even when I'm using the same number of stitches on the same size needles. That's probably why I took some pains to try and at least get the stripes to match.
self-patterning socks not on feet

I thought the shades of blue in these were perfect to go with jeans- so it makes sense to give them to my husband, since he rarely wears anything else. When I gave them to him, he looked at them, looked at me, and asked, "So, did you do something to make them come out looking the same?"

He knows me so well.


  1. Wow. They really do match!

    I have one and a half socks from self-striping yarn. They're about, oh, maybe six or seven years old now? Someday...

  2. I had to laugh at his comment. I prefer to answer, "no dear, it's just magic"!

  3. Wow! I've never gotten self patterning yarns to match so closely! Impressive!