Oh, happy feet! Just look at this colourful sockage!
(Let’s just gloss over what the Stoic Spouse said about my sanity when he found me lying on my back on the hard tiled floor, crunched upwards in order to photograph my own feet.)
Yes, these chaps are the Noro Kureyon socks, and I won’t mention again the prima donna-ish proclivities of this yarn. The colours are stunningly intense, and the way they slowly shift makes for knitted fabric that’s reminiscent of a painted landscape. Happy feet. Oh yes indeed. But I don’t think I’ll be knitting any more socks in Noro. And judging by some of your comments about your own experiences of Noro when I posted about this stuff before, neither will many of you.
As you can see, these socks are fraternal twins. Yes I know, some of you would rather eat your own knitting needles than fail to create perfectly identical twin hosiery. But I do like the quirky individuality of non-identical socks, and it’s a medium effective defence against the dreaded Second Sock Syndrome?
The thing is, having given birth to identical twin children, identical twin socks feels like a match too far. Here are my children’s feet:-
So that, my friends, is why there are no matching socks at The Twisted Yarn.
Meanwhile, the deadline for the Knitting And Crochet Guild competition is almost upon us, and I’ve just finished weaving in the ends of my entry. I’ll snap a few photos of it for you before I send it off. Are you entering? Good luck! It’s been a bit of a last-minute rush (just like everything else in my life, really). I’ve been working fuelled by mint ‘tea’, made using leaves of the mint plants that sneak through our fence from next door in late spring.
The easiest pick-me-up in the world: put a few leaves in teapot and pour over boiling water. Job done.
It’s super-refreshing and tastes sweet even though it contains no sugar. Win!
Now, I know I’ve been uncharacteristically quiet on here for the past couple of weeks. It seems that the side-effects of IVF medications include a reduction in blogging activity, and even – yikes – a reduction in knitting! In six weeks’ time, it’ll all be over and I’ll either be pregnant or I won’t. Meanwhile, I might be a slightly unreliable blogger. Sorry about that.