I tempted fate by declaring the STR Chapman Springs plain vanilla socks my own. I thought that I had a tight enough gauge that my wimpy feet would be able to wear the stocking stitch soles. My feet decided otherwise, big babies, and were unable to suck up the discomfort from the purl bumps. So the socks became a gift for my good friend Rhonda. Rhonda was a knitter but she has become a Knitter (with a capital K) since I lent her my Yarn Harlot books last summer. Good old Yarn Harlot!
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Fetching
I tempted fate by declaring the STR Chapman Springs plain vanilla socks my own. I thought that I had a tight enough gauge that my wimpy feet would be able to wear the stocking stitch soles. My feet decided otherwise, big babies, and were unable to suck up the discomfort from the purl bumps. So the socks became a gift for my good friend Rhonda. Rhonda was a knitter but she has become a Knitter (with a capital K) since I lent her my Yarn Harlot books last summer. Good old Yarn Harlot!
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