RPM … finished!
Look at RPM, being all ballerina-like and flitting around the room. It’s just so happy to be completed!
Fun pattern, fun yarn (Socks that Rock in Lagoon). I did the smooth heel and shaped toe options, something I’ll be sure to let me Hurricane Sock Sister know. I kind of wish that I’d dropped to a US 1 needle, at least for the ribbing. The 1.5 was good, but I think it would have been better with the 1.
Her foot is slightly longer than mine, though, so I’m hoping this works out well! She can rest assured, however, that this sock has been thoroughly examined by Inspector LeMew.
Now on to the next sock … Adelle has clearly done some brainwashing here.
RPM is a tough sock
Not hard to do, but it likes to act all tough. I mean, look at it. You put it over your hand to get a photo, and it acts all mean and like Kenickie trying to protect his piece-of-crap car.
This, my friends, is how much you can get done while you’re lounging around in France, riding a train from Brive -la-Gaillarde (home of some excellent mustard) to Toulouse, and flying from Toulouse to Paris to Houston and THEN also knitting two days later as you fly from Dallas to Houston.
My hands are still a little stiff, actually.
I’m getting there, though, and then I can package the sock up with the goodies. I need to add some more fun little things to this package … hmm.
France, we have progress!
Well, I couldn’t very well say, “Houston, we have a problem,” now could I? First of all, I’m not in Houston right now, which leads to secondly, there is no problem! Yes, many of my problems can be solved by just leaving Houston, it seems. I’ve suspected this all along and I’m glad to get some confirmation.
Anyway …
So while I sat on the plane from Houston - George Bush to Paris - Charles De Gaulle, I fiddled with my yarn and new needles and cast on the pattern I had quickly printed before leaving as an alternative to the toe-up @#%$ards that I’d tried before. I will return to those some day, I really will. Just not until I’m sitting next to Adelle and she can tell me exactly what it is that I’m doing wrong with these socks.
Lo and behold, it worked. I knit knit knit for a few hours, only slightly troubled by the messy yarn cake that I wound out of this lovely yarn. It will definitely be re-wound once I’m home and before it goes out to my sock sister for completion. I knit and knit and knit … and finally fell asleep for several hours. This was momentous, because I never sleep on international flights. I guess the glass of champagne, little airplane bottle of wine, and two Excedrin PM finally worked. (Don’t start … for some reason medications and alcohol don’t affect me at all the same way as they do on the ground. They simply DON’T work on me. Last time I had prescription sleeping pills and was still wide awake for the entire flight!)
The pattern is fun, it is easy to memorize, and you just fly right through it. The cameraphone doesn’t show the colors well, but they are some pretty blues, greens, and greys. It’s more Blackwatch than what I’d think of as Lagoon, but oh well. :)
So my Sock Sister, if she’s figured out who I am, can rest assured that she will actually get a sock from me! I promise not to leave this one on the airplane.
