Which brings me to this, I apologise for all the whinging yesterday. I always promised myself I wouldn't whinge about stuff on this blog, and what did I do yesterday? Whinge. About the weather, no less! Sooo trivial... sorry. A girl is entitled to an off day every once in a while, hm?
So, on to my new sockies. These are the socks I started knitting in Japan, and have finally finished. Sam bought this wool for me when he was in Melbourne on his volleyball tour, after I had given him precise directions to the wool shop. It is just about exactly the colour of all my children's school uniforms, so has traditionally been rather an un-liked colour about this house. I was a bit surprised that he chose it!
As I've mentioned before, I've always felt knitting my own socks to be quite "worthy" and I feel strangely virtuous that I do this. I put some more thought into "why" and came up with the following... my family lived through WW2 in London (before my time, obviously), and knitting socks for the troops was in that time and place a very worthy thing to do for the war effort. All women did it, it was the right and patriotic thing to do and all were proud to be doing it. It was a highly lauded activity. After thinking back on it I've realised that this pride in knitting something as basic and necessary as socks is an attitude amongst the females in my family that has subliminally been passed on down to me too.
Socks; made from Morris Empire Superwash Merino 4 ply in Mineral Green (col 415) with Beluga toes and heels, adapted (as always) from the Ladies Sockette's in Patons Knitting book C11, a circa 1960's publication.
Pussycat; hand-carved by my grandfather