Not Quite Tomorrow
Well, it’s not tomorrow, is it?
It’s just all these other *things* that keep demanding my attention. But here I am, now, with a little knitting story to share.
My little one, Liam, loves tankers. This is what he calls army tanks. A while ago, I dyed some yarn that looked just like the camouflage on a tanker. It sat in the shop until one day my little one said “mommy, can you make me some tanker socks?” and so the yarn came out of the shop and became the start of tanker socks. I took measurements, checked gauge and verified the correct cast-on number of stitches. I was flying with these socks and feeling quite proud of my progress.
I was loving the way the alchemy yarn was knitting up- into a perfect, random pattern that looked strikingly like real camouflage! After I got the heels turned, I asked Liam to come and see how they were fitting. “Wait, do you have your foot flexed? Maybe it’s because you just got out of the bath and your feet are wet. It– Should– Fit!”
But it didn’t. No way, no how. Liam was a real trooper when I told him that these socks, somehow, were too small for his precious feet and that mommy would have to knit him another pair after these were done. So, I kept knitting, knowing that I could find some little boy who would love the tanker socks as much as Liam would.
Last night, as I took my socks out of the bag to knit, I discovered that one of the needles had been pulled out of all of its stitches. Also, some of the stitches had begun to unravel down into the sock. This was not necessarily a fatal blow, but since they weren’t going to fit Liam anyway, and I didn’t have a particular little boy in mind for them, I decided to frog. I won’t say that it wasn’t a little painful to unravel a pair of socks that were over half finished, but it’s ok.
I’ll be knitting the same socks again, from the same yarn. However, this time, I’ll be knitting them from the toe up, and I’ll know for sure that they will fit before I knit all of that pattern stitch!





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The unraveling part is what scares me from even starting something (besides my past history with knitting, 4 placemats all different sizes with holes).
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