I was felled by a cold this weekend, so much that I even cancelled class on Friday. I spent the day in a feverish haze, alternating between curling up under a quilt on the couch or finishing a sock while watching Buster Keaton and Fred Astaire films.
One of the Buster Keaton shorts was The Play House, where Keaton plays at least twenty different roles, including one as a monkey. I've been to some Keaton film festivals, but never seen this one, which was mind-blowing. You've got to have a tolerance for silent films though, and many do not.
As far as I know, I don't think I've infected anyone with my ailment. I spent some time on Thursday at Ann's knit day with the lovely and talented but blogless Lenora, the lovely and talented three-blog Bridgett, and the lovely and talented but also blogless Sandy. At the time, I really had no symptoms. It wasn't until Friday morning that I felt like I'd been hit by a truck.
My spaciness on Thursday should have warned me though. All day, people kept making foolish knitting errors. There were problems reading charts, dropped stitches, misreadings of patterns, etc. I, however, beavered along, smugly and proudly turning the heel of the sock and decreasing the gussets. Everything was going swimmingly.
When I got home, I suddenly recalled that I always have to go up one needle size for the feet of LB's socks. He's got bird legs, but the broad, flat feet of a field hand. Out came about three hours of work.
Another sock I was working on for myself had similar heel problems. I thought I could live with an asymmetry in the foot ribbing (if this makes no sense, don't worry about it; it makes sense to knitters), but a too-broad heel cup and something else sent me over the edge. I ripped it all out and rewrote the instructions.
Still, LB's socks are done.
A note on the yarn. This is the Hedwig colorway from Opal's Harry Potter series of yarns. I previously made a pair with Ron as well. The Ron had one knot in in; the Hedwig had two!
Look, I knit. I've gone through a lot of balls of yarn in my life. I understand that knots happen. The percentage of knots seems particularly high lately, across brands. And when I find multiple knots on a single ball of yarn ... well, that's just not right.
Dealing with a knot on a sock is a pain in the ass. You have to be really careful where you join the new yarn--never on the bottom of the foot.
Dealing with a knot in a self-striping yarn can be a pain in the ass if you want to keep the striping pattern consistent.
Dealing with not one, but two, knots in a ball of self-striping sock yarn that retails at nearly $25.00 a ball?
Dear Opal, you're officially a pain in my ass.