From the somewhat odd title to this blog post, you might think that I have finally flipped my noodle and I think my socks are talking to me. Let me assure you that this is not the case.
The title is referring to a new version of my generic toe-up sock pattern that I put up on my site today. It’s the same pattern, but it goes into much more detail about short rows and picking up wraps. It is in pdf format and can be found here. It is also linked to from my knitting gallery page — the link to the knitting gallery remains in the sidebar on my main blog page.
I had a couple of questions for you about socks…since you have made and worn so many. Do you notice a lot of pilling or almost felting at the heel? I wore a pair for the first time the other day and now the heel looks all wispy and I’m not sure if it’s technique or what. There’s pictures on my blog (the Jan. 7 entry). Also, how do you care for your socks?
First question first:
Pilling or felting at the heels? It depends on the sock yarn used and on the shoes I’m wearing. Soft 100% wool sock yarn of course is not as hard-wearing as 100% wool sock yarn with a tight twist or wool/nylon blend sock yarn. And I’ve got one pair of shoes that rub more at the heel than others.
How do I care for my socks? Once again, it depends on the sock yarn. They all go into the washing machine on a gentle cold water cycle in a nylon mesh bag. The sturdier ones go in the dryer, and the more delicate ones are laid out flat to dry.
Although I will put the sturdier hand knit socks in the dryer, I am always careful to take them out when they are barely dry. Sometimes if I catch them in time, I take them out when they are still damp and lay them flat to finish drying.
Y’all Are So Swift
I really enjoyed reading everyone’s comments about their swifts and experiences with them. Thanks to everyone who weighed in.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some black stockinette to knit.
But I’ve started hallucinating about pale pink Rowan Kidsilk Haze. See — I keep imagining that Lucy is taunting me with it.
Perhaps I am a tad . . . um . . . off, after all.
“Wake me when she starts making sense.”