I love making socks. I have completed only four socks, but it's something I really enjoy. Part of it is knitting with four needles. My grandma always knit mittens on four needles and I really like the format. Part of it is the fact that my mother doesn't generally knit on four needles and seemed SO impressed with the first sock I knit.
I enjoy grafting the toe, turning the heel and picking up the stitches to create the gusset.
The fact that I can take it with me almost anywhere is helpful too. I can knit a few rows on my lunch break at work, or on the bus, or at the bar. Here I am at the Carleton Tavern working on the socks for my mom.
[Now for those of you who don't know, the Carleton Tavern in Ottawa is one of those bars that used to have separate men's and women's entrances, that is - after women were allowed in at all. It reminds me of those bars you often find in small towns that used to be a hotel, the ones with a lot of history and a few unsavoury regulars. My boyfriend was reasonably supportive in that he was amused by but not embarrassed with my knitting while watching the playoffs at the bar.]
My first Hedera sock is almost finished. I had to alter the pattern to accomodate either my gauge or my stubby feet (or both) but it seems to be working out ok. I love this pattern. The twisted ribbing is fun and the four row lace pattern is addictive. I had to force myself to start the sock heel for fear I would end up with unwearable thigh high lace socks! It looks lovely and it's a nice, gentle introduction into lace knitting. The Pomatomus is next on my hit list; I'll have to learn how to conquer a chart.
But first I have to start my squares.