If at First you Don’t Succeed (Sock Saga III)

According to the written instructions on the sock pattern I was ‘on the home straight’.  I am not familiar with sporting terms but I think it meant I was ‘getting there’, like the horse in the last part of a race.  It’s a good simile as, like the horse racing towards its goal, I was not going to get a sock out of it.  This has turned out to be a Ground Hog Day saga.

I’d made ‘The Band’ ,’The Cuff’ and the ‘Heel Flap’; turned a smart 90º at the heel and arrived at the ‘Instep Gusset’, passing that onto ‘The ‘Foot’ and heading toward the ‘Toe’ when I noticed something strange.  Half way on ‘The Foot’ I realised that I’d narrowed the opening of the ‘Instep Gusset’ too much and unless I was awaiting a partial amputation…that prospect is not good for a diabetic like me.

After pulling out the stitches on ‘The Foot’ and half way up the ‘Instep Gusset’, I found that I couldn’t put the stitches back on three needles again.  My right hand didn’t have the dexterity required for the operation.  It was late and I was tired.  Like Cinderella’s carriage that turned back into a pumpkin, my partial sock went back into a ball of yarn.

As you can see from the photographs, I’d made design changes to move the project along:  in essence the sock had changed into an anklet by having its band and cuff shortened.  The way I’m going these socks will turn into slippers.

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There’s nothing for it but to start again.  Now I’m not the kind of person who would doggedly repeat an exercise if things go wrong, hoping that the ending will somehow change if I keep at it.  It’s time for a second design change.

The grip on my right hand was compromised due to lymphedema and arthritis.  My eyes are dimming.  So I will make some bed socks with larger needles so that 1.  I can see better and 2. my clumsy fingers are less likely to keep dropping needles and stitches.  Bamboo needles instead of slippery steel ones may also help.

So a big bright red sock is in the making.  I’ll be ready when I run into Bigfoot.

 

 

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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15 Responses to If at First you Don’t Succeed (Sock Saga III)

  1. Brilliant determination Mary :) (Arthritis and metal needles are definitely not a good combination, wood or bamboo helps, warmer and lighter)

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  2. taphian says:

    hehe, good story to make socks for a Bigfoot, Mary. I know how hard it is to make socks, I can’t even knit socks and I don’t understand instructions at all. Maybe youtube is better for me. Have a good success with these big socks and don’t overdo your fingers, kind regards Mitza

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  3. Laurie Graves says:

    Oh, my!

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  4. Bianca would be pleased with your determination. I know I am

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  5. Jan Schaper says:

    My Mom signed me up for a knitting class at the local YMCA when I was about 10 years old. Unfortunately the week before the class began a friend had accidentally slammed my fingers in the car door, so I began my very short knitting career with stitched fingers wrapped in gauze . . . not a great way to start. We were to make scarves. Mine was very short . . . good for a miniature doll.

    Long and short I admire your persistence, Mary. And I know those Red socks will be a home run!

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