Originally published Monday, August 24, 2009
No, I’m not sick of knitting socks. One can never get sick of knitting socks. Sock sickness is not being sick of knitting socks; it being obsessed with sock knitting. I think it is a form a mental illness with which I am afflicted. Learn to knit socks and sock knitting becomes an obsession. Once you start, you just cannot stop. Must. Knit. Socks. LOL I don’t know how many pairs of socks I have made since I learned how to turn a heel back in 1998, but I know it’s over one hundred.
My latest creation, Cousin Vickie’s Buckeye Arches, modeled so beautifully by moi, have been washed and are now hanging to dry. Soon they will be wending their way from Carlisle, Pennsylvania, to Cleveland, Ohio, via the USPS, to be worn at the Horseshoe in Columbus, Ohio, on September 12, when the Ohio State Buckeyes take on the mighty Trojans of Southern Cal. Fight on, Men of Troy! Yep, I’ll be cheering for the cardinal and gold, not the scarlet and gray. I sure hope these do not prove to be lucky socks.☺
Buckeye Arches turned out very nicely, if I do say so myself. What do you think? Lovely, eh?
I finished these socks on Saturday and immediately cast on another pair, Steelers Diamonds, also for Cousin Vickie, also from Charlene Schurch’s book More Sensational Knitted Socks, also in Knit Picks Bare that I dyed specifically for this project. But since I’m a big fan of the Pittsburgh “Stillers,” I hope these socks will prove to be lucky. ☺
But this pair of socks is going to have to be content with sharing time with my Norfolk gansey sweater and The Laughing Cat Shawl (which I worked on last night for the first time since I started the Buckeye Arches socks). Steelers Diamonds won’t be getting the exclusive treatment that Arches got. LOL
Speaking of college football, play starts soon and I can barely contain my glee. I love, love, love college football. For me, paradise is sitting in my big-ass chair on Saturday, knitting and watching college football. Every Saturday from late August to late November, college football–noon to midnight. LOVE IT!
Let’s go, Mountaineers! Beat the hell outta Pitt!