Well, OK, six. Eventually. Theoretically. I hear they’re generally most useful in pairs.
#1 is my travelling project, the one that’s seldom more than a dozen yards away. It’s perfect for this purpose –simple enough for interruptions and small windows of time, no pattern needed, but just enough variation to not be boring when I can grab a larger span of time. It’s progressing steadily along at the rate of three rounds per morning on the MAX portion of my commute.
So what’s the trouble? Well, since I “always” have at least 30 grams of yarn leftover on a pair of me-sized socks, and since this particular skein was generous to start with, I used an extra stretchy cast-on and made the leg just as long as I could possibly manage without needing calf shaping.
When the first sock was finished, it weighed 67 grams. The remaining yarn weighed 62 grams.
So far I have managed to ignore the problem. Every morning brings us three rounds closer to having to Do Something About It. ”Something” probably involves a fair bit of cursing, a small glass of very good whiskey, and yellow toes. But I’m not thinking that far ahead yet. Maybe it will be OK. Math might change between now and then…
#2 is the Wooladone socks, which are being knit toe-up from a predivided ball and will not be causing any sort of supply and demand problems. So far I have acheived the foot of the first sock. The problem now is that I really haven’t met a toe-up heel that I like all that well, and so it’s time to either learn a new heel or knit a heel that I know will annoy me — neither of which is in line with the mindless, soothing purpose of the Wooladone. Toe-up folks, what’s your favorite heel?
#3 is the farthest from being an actual pair of socks. It is, at this point, two skeins of yarn and a vague but growing sense of urgency. It has been two skeins of yarn and a vague but growing sense of urgency for nearly three months, and no matter how much I try to catch its attention and gesture meaningfully toward the calendar, it has not gotten off its ball bands and knit itself. It hasn’t even wound itself yet. Clearly, I’m going to have to be a bit less subtle.
Perhaps a note?