Ribbing on Pink Socks
I've reached the ribbing on the pink socks. I've done two rounds, so I still have a while to go. I kept dropping stitches as I switched over to the ribbing. Strange, how such a simple, and fixable, mistake creeps up on one. Oh well. I was able to fix both of the cases. And I doubt you'll be able to
Sock Sensei Judy, when asked, how much ribbing to put on, replied wisely, "Always a little bit more."
They fit really, really well. What good socks. I can see why they become addicting. I already want to try one with an afterthought heel.
I ordered lots and lots of needles from the KnitPicks ladies. And just a little yarn.
I'll be coming down to Tangle or Lint or Naked Sheep for community knitting soon, I think. It is good for my soul to sit among others like me and knit.
Oh, and... We attended the Opera this week and, as opposed to last time, there was no unpleasant episode in the parking lot with a nasty driver in a car bearing a knitting bumpersticker. I can perhaps regain my belief that all or most knitters are truly nice people. Even when behind the wheel.
Or maybe she moved.
Or maybe she didn't like Opera.