I’ve written before about the thrill that comes from knitting your first sock, but it never gets old — at least, not for me, even as an observer.
I love watching a knitter create a heel flap and, round by round, make a gusset, and then catch her breath as she works the foot before painstakingly grafting the last stitches of a toe together (which usually involves a bit of cursing and deep breathing).
Yesterday morning, Barbara grafted the toe of her first sock, using the nifty alternative Kitchener stitch that I “discovered” earlier this year.
I don’t know why this technique results in smoother toes since the movement of the yarn is the same as with the traditional Kitchener stitch, but it does.
Although this first sock — and its eventual mate — will be worn by Barbara’s husband, she couldn’t resist trying it on herself. Just lovely!
A quick swish in the sink with gentle dish soap, a wrap in a dishtowel, and it was ready a couple of hours on the blocker. The photo below most accurately shows the yarn’s beautiful interplay of teal, cream, and brown/black.
As the Fearless Knitter she is, Barbara immediately cast on the next sock, in order to stave off a bout of Second Sock Syndrome.