I needed a break from the Sport Socks series I've been working on, so I switched yarns and switched machines (from the 54 cylinder to the 72).
Here are three yarns from Opal's Feelings series:
The colours, from left to right: # 1705, #1701, # 1703
All are the usual Opal 4 ply 425m/100g, 75% wool/ 25% nylon
I got these online from Astrid's Dutch Obsessions (same place I got the Kaffe Fassett Regia).
After fiddling with rainbow colours last week, you'd think I would pick the Blues to work with, but for some reason, I picked the #1705. I changed yarns and machines, but not colours!
Here's the first pair off the blocks:
Believe it or not, both socks are actually the same size - Men's XL. For some reason, due to the limitations of camera or photographer, or both, I get a distortion with L and XL socks that I don't seem to get on Medium.
But in any event, these are size XL. Done with my normal 40 row mock-rib hem top, followed by 95 rows for the leg, heel, 85 rows for the foot, and toe. I easily got this pair from 1 ball of Opal, with more than 10 grams to spare.
To accomplish this feat (bad pun) I did not try and skip ahead in the ball to start the second sock at the same point in the pattern.
This pair will fit a men's shoe size 13 - 15, and the 72 stitch circumference is sufficiently generous for 'most' legs.
Feelings on the farm....
A car pulled into the driveway. Inside were two 'old' people, and one 'old old old' people.
The 'old' people, a brother and sister, said they used to spend their summer vacations at this farm during the 40's. The farm, at the time, belonged to their uncle (the old old old guy) in the back seat.
Their favourite game to play, at the time, was jumping off a big rock in the farm lane. The big rock was next to a smaller rock that had a 'blasting' hole in it. They wanted to know if the rocks were still there, and if so, could they visit them.
Indeed, both rocks are still there - and any children that visit the farm today ALWAYS want to go to the jumping rock.
So slowly down memory lane they walked.
I stayed back with Uncle Elmer, who, in his late 90's, wasn't up for the stroll.
And I mused - I wonder if the kids who now visit this farm - 70 years from now - will remember their iPods and imported plastic crap, or if they too will remember 'the jumping rock'.
Woe Woe Woe....
3 comments:
LOVE the jumping rock story. Sometimes I wonder about going back to some of my old childhood places, like the old railroad bridge at the edge of the town center, but fear that progress has ruined them. It's nice that the rocks are still there. For now.
When my youngest son and I walked home from taking the oldest to JK he always used to stop to hug and kiss a big rock on one neighbour's lawn. He was two. He's now ll and he still remembers that rock.
Let's hope they'll remember the jumping rock. My pair go to the "Shiny Pond" just about every day. It's been flooded of late but they still go. It's not all IPods.
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