I almost never leave a yarn store without buying something (which goes back to my employee days, watching customers come in, carefully examine and palpate all the merchandise, and then depart empty-handed; oddly depressing for us stash addicts) and if all else fails, it is often a ball or two of sock yarn that jumps into my bag. This allows me never to be without a pair of socks on the needles for whiling away time in long grocery lines, at red lights, etc. As a result I have more pairs of handmade socks than I will ever need:
Of course, I have also given away at least ten pairs. If someone admires the ones in process, that person tends to be the next recipient.
So my drawer of sock-yarn remnants is full to overflowing, and though I had no earthly idea how I would ever use them, I refused to throw them away. Enter Evan, home for the summer and looking for something to knit. He downloaded a pattern for a tie (I think it was the Knit Picks Bias Knit Tie) and chose the remains of this project…
…the only pair I’ve ever knitted that I find truly ugly. They are so borderline unwearable that I actually sent them to camp with Margo, risking loss of one or both. But they said “necktie” to Evan. Here is the finished product:
And here is the “real f***ing” knitter (and future stash addict) himself:
This is how he was dressed to fly back to Portland last week. Maybe I should have given him the parental socks.
this is an amazing case of 20 somethings finally beginning to show the effects of all the good exposure they get to parental geniuses.
Comment by Faith Catlin — August 31, 2010 @ 11:19 am |