Showing posts with label moss cable socks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moss cable socks. Show all posts

Friday, April 3, 2009

One Step Forward

One of the very gratifying things about knitting is that a lot of mistakes are relatively easily fixable. Take these socks:
cabled socks

This is the first pair of socks I knit for my dad, last Christmas. And it turned out that they didn't fit. Not where you'd expect- they weren't too long or too short, too tight or too loose. No, the heels were too pointy. The rest of my family is rather unusual in that we have very nearly all the same size feet. And I've gotten used to slipping in a few extra stitches in tight patterns to add ease over the arch, and making the heel deeper. My dad, however, apparently has broad heels and low arches. When he tried the socks on, they stuck out at the back in like elfin-shoes. (At first I used the phrase 'round heels' when discussing it with my parents- my dad objected vigorously to this.)

So, for any future socks, I clearly need to turn the heel early, making the whole heel a bit shallower and wider. In the meantime- I needed to fix these socks. These were knit toe-up, using a short-row heel, so changing the profile of the heel was actually rather easy. We pinned the sock to mark the excess fabric, and then I snipped a strand of yarn at that point on the leg side of the heel. (In the middle of the row, on the second sock, after I realized on the first one that I needed some slack for weaving in loose ends.) Then I unraveled the row across, put it on a needle, and ripped the heel back through the turn until I reached the equivalent row (to the starting point) on the bottom of the heel. Neatly enough, I wound up with the same number of stitches on the sole side, picked those up on a second needle, and then just grafted the two sets of stitches together. Absent a few short bad words when I pulled the thread through in the wrong direction and made holes instead of seams, and weaving the ends- that was all there was to it.
grafting the heel of the sock

I can't say I'm overly fond of actually doing kitchener stitch, but it's a darned useful technique in a pinch. And way, way better than reknitting half of each sock!

Sunday, December 28, 2008

The Christmas FOs...

I'm very lucky in my family, not only because they're lovely people, but because they are, one and all, practitioners of some kind of handcraft- woodworking, sewing, knitting, leatherwork, jewelry...and that's only a few. And not surprisingly, this makes us all very appreciative recipients of handcrafted gifts.

My sister Kate took possession of the Fools Rush socks for her birthday (earlier in the month), and told me she'd worn them through large parts of the big power outage, for their woolly warmth.

My husband was suitably surprised by his sweater...though it wasn't until we got home that he gave me a puzzled look and asked, "When did you find time to knit this, anyway?" Personally, I was thrilled to find that it fit perfectly. Whew!
grey guernsey sweater

My dad cuddled his cabled socks possessively- not that he's in any danger of losing them- no one else in the family could wear a men's size 11 wide sock...! (Those socks? More stitches than the sweater above. Same goes for the Fools Rush socks.) These are the Moss Cable pattern from Charlene Schurch's Sensational Knitted Socks. I knit them toe up in a sort of consensus version of all my favorite sock techniques.
cabled socks

And the subject of my last post, a pair of heavily modified Endpaper Mitts also for my sister. These are the mitts that I started, found that I could not get gauge on, and decided to knit anyway, by re-figuring all the stitch counts and just knitting at a much tighter gauge on size 0 needles. I'm still not sure whether the problem was entirely the yarn, or simply that I really prefer a very tight fabric for mitts and socks. At any rate, I was pleased with the result.
Endpaper mitts

And now that this set of deadlines has passed, I can knit anything I want! The colorwork mittens, perhaps, or I can use a hat. Then there's that yarn I bought on sale for a summer top. Except- what's that whooshing sound coming from up ahead? A baby? Well, of course his blanket will be done by February. I'm right on schedule, I've already bought the yarn!