This yarn is KnitPicks Paper Dolls. It's so Eastery isn't it? It's all gone now. All gone. I can't believe that this and other colors will never see themselves in the KnitPicks sock line ever again. I tried to order some Holly Berry and Gladiolus and Flower Power this morning: all gone. Gladiolus and Flower Power were there last night. Sigh. If only I had acted sooner. I did promise myself that I was not going to buy anymore yarn. But I did. I bought some more Daffodil. I got two balls of it a few weeks ago and it made me happy: it's so 70s. It reminds me of my little kitchen growing up. It's the colors of my childhood. So I had to get four more. (I'm planning a little post for later this week of 70s things.)
Despite the fact that I should be studying for my orals and a language exam, I have been knitting. I have not been knitting as much as I would like, but I am still knitting. I have finished one Lorna's Laces Watercolor sock.
I was then so anxious to try out the KnitPicks yarn that I began a little Mother's Day gift for my mother. Here is one completed KnitPicks Hydrangea sock.
This sock was made using a Sherman heel, of which I'm not terribly fond. I must admit that I like the way heel-flap socks feel and fit, so I think I am officially a heel-flap sort of girl, which means I can stop dreaming about toe-up socks, which I really didn't want to make anyhow, but felt as if I should make because all the cool sock-knitting kids were. The Sherman heel, however, is cute, and I had to learn two new really cool tricks to do it: purl encroachment and knit encroachment. Both of these new tricks, despite sounding like things that can put you in jail, aren't very difficult to accomplish.
Remember when I said I missed dpns? Lies. All lies. I tried to use them when I started the KnitPicks socks and just couldn't. I began to loathe them and started again on my magic loop.
I knitted during a baseball game last weekend. I dreamt that I was spinning with a spindle; mind you, I've never used a spindle before. I also dreamt that I was knitting with a knitting machine; mind you, I've never seen one in real life before. Knitting on this dream knitting machine felt like playing a zither or harpsichord, which I've never done either.