“There are two mistakes one can make along the road to knitting something fabulous …not going all the way, and not starting.” (Buddha, 563-483 B.C.)
I think copied that quote down correctly, anyway. I can’t remember if Buddha actually said ‘knitting something fabulous’ or ‘peace’, but it was one of the two.
So, I am currently suffering from a bout of ‘startitis’, a word which I have nabbed off of somewhere else, but I cannot for the life of me remember where. Actually I am not sure if the symptoms are those of startitis, as I have definitely started the new pair of socks I am trying to knit for my Brother in law… nine times.
A journey into finding the perfect sock cuff I have been on the quest for a fantastic sock cuff. Firm, yet stretchy, and without the tight pull of even the most elastic of cast-ons, garrotting the blood supply and leaving an itchy welt. These socks are not for me. They are for a beloved brother-in-law of whom I am very fond. Still, my fondness does not extend to me wrapping my hands around his calf to get an idea of how large his legs are for the purpose of making a pair of socks for his christmas surprise, so I needed to find a cuff that would fit no matter what.
I have tried various cast-ons (long tail, old Norwegian, tubular…), various stitches and techniques, yet none seemed to stretch as much as my store bought socks. So, after much fiddling around, many hours and a healthy dose of muttered swear words, I think I have found something that I love. I’m going to knit a few inches of sock just to make sure it is as fabulous at the job as I hope it will be, and (fingers crossed) if it is I will note down the details tomorrow.