Tuesday, February 7, 2017

My Love Affair Continues...

My fling with purple continues. The day before I went for my hysterectomy, I cast on for a pair of socks in some Opal I had hanging around in my stash. I did a few rounds of ribbing, then packed the work up with my things to go to the hospital, thinking I'd probably need some knitting to fight the inevitable boredom that would follow the surgery. (I also packed a pair of favourite striped socks to wear before, during, and after surgery, and it turned out that having warm feet really can make a difference in how you feel.) After the surgery, I alternated between reading a mystery novel and knitting until just before noon the next day, when I was permitted to return home. Once home, I continued to work on the socks. I felt pretty much back to normal, but knew I wasn't quite there until my interest in knitting plain vanilla socks (while watching David Attenborough documentaries on Netflix) waned a couple of days later. Yes, sock knitting turned out to be a good measure of my physical and mental state. At least now I have a new pair of socks.




Tops, toes, and heels are all beautifully matching. Hot tip: when knitting with self-striping wool, don't count rounds when working the second one; simply follow the stripes. That is, if you care about the socks matching. I do.