R.I.P.

on 15 December 2011

Chris' Christmas socks this year have been the BANE, the BANE I say, of my existence.

Back in September, I chose a lovely (and challenging) pattern out of Nancy Bush's Folk Socks.  They seemed totally do-able at the time.  Of course...that was September. 

And then I got sucked into this vortex of aggressive nesting and baby knitting.

And now, it's 10 days to Christmas and last night, I ripped back Chris' Christmas socks to salvage what wool I could and threw the rest away.

Yes.  I threw away the entirety of the colorwork motif.  It was painful.

But also cathartic...those socks have been torturing me for WEEKS.  I ripped them back THREE times to try various decreases and I could NOT make them work.  The pattern was clearly written for people with infinite time and patience.

I went to bed last night mulling over the problem of Chris' Christmas Socks, and what to do about it.  It's TRADITION, and my man doesn't have many Christmas traditions that he likes.

So I woke up this morning feeling excited.  Excited to cast on some NEW Christmas socks for my Man.  I had him bring down my Big Bin o' Yarn and I chose different (and simpler) colors.  I then went to my stash of colorwork motifs and flipping through I found this lovely Estonian motif that was reminiscent of M.C. Escher to my mind and I thought, "I can totally still DO this."

And so I cast on.  And began the process of work work working on them.  Sure...I may miss my Christmas deadline, but by all that's wooly, if I have to knit until  my fingers bleed, my Man will have SOCKS before New Year.

2 comments:

RT and M said...

One of the things we've decided this year is that we're not going to have traditions that ABSOLUTELY HAVE to happen or Christmas/Easter/Halloween/whatever is ruined. If it doesn't work out, then we're not going to be devastated. It was kind of a relief when Ryan suggested that.

But anyway, I think your knitting socks tradition is lovely, especially for a family like yours that loves cozy things so much. Best of luck finishing them up!

The Mom said...

Remember sweet sister that sometimes it really is the thought that counts and your wonderful husband knows that and he also knows all the thought and work you put into those socks!!