Sockless in the Suburbs

I do not own a pair of hand knit socks. I suppose that is because for the past seven years of my knitting career, I've concentrated on scarves and hats for my portable projects.

This year, though, has an added sense of adventure. I've tried lace for the first time and many times since. I've completed my first set of socks and moved right on to a second pair. I have even managed to avoid second sock syndrome or SSS.

I have decided that since I don't own a pair of hand knit socks, that I should hire someone to knit a pair for me knit myself a set. I therefore have promptly cast on for the potato, pomegranate, pomatomus socks. I have subsequently frogged said popover, hippopotamus pomatomus socks. They are too big and the colors are pooling.

I'm not against pooling. In fact, I usually prefer it. But, see the skein's varied goodness? That is what I want in a pair of socks knit up with this colorway of Koigu. It wasn't happening. The blues and greens were keeping to themselves and ostracizing the reds, pinks and yellows. Or maybe it was the other way around.

I could move down a size from US1's to US0's. That would certainly make the sock smaller and possibly force the colors to be more social with each other. However, zeros might not be small enough. The sock was huge, almost hippopotamus sized, on my foot. I am slowly reconciling myself to the knowledge that this yarn is not meant to become the possum, tomato, pomatomus socks.

Emma tells me she is knitting Crusoe socks. I think I'll give those a try. That pattern would fit right in with the adventurous theme that is prevailing this year.