Ridgeway Cottage anyhow

I've been so busy knitting socks that I totally forgot about keeping a record of all the ones that have been flying off my needles. Well "flying" would be a total exaggeration, far more like creeping but so far I believe that I have knitted 8 pairs. Yes that's right PAIRS!!! I recovered from my early onset of second sock syndrome and can now quite happily knit both socks simultaneously. I feel like I have learnt so much so far and even have sock idols. Ohh to be able to design my own socks. I have discovered Socktopus , Sockupied and drool over sock clubs These are my May socks Shur'tugal designed by the Socktopus herself, Alice Yu. I do actually really love them and can't believe I've managed to knit a pair of socks with so few mistakes and such a fancy looking heel. These socks taught me double-tail long-tail cast on which took me several attempts and that patterns are not scary after all. I can infact read them quite successfully ...

It is with great pride that I'm able to announce that I can darn socks. Thanks to my best friend Mr Google, I watched a "how to..." video and within half an hour, that pesky hole had vanished.   It took me 5 years to knit these socks for my husband, mostly because I got stuck on the heal and gave up. This year though, my New Years resolution was to finish stuff and these were on my list, so I didn't actually sit there for 5 years knitting away, hour after hour. However, after less than a month, my husband had already made a hole in my masterpiece but darning was always part of the plan.     First I did the weaving bit one way Then the other way   Until the hole disappeared Finally I turned it in the right way and although it's not the tidiest in the world, it's done and done my me.     Posted with Blogsy

I've been struggling with life recently: possible virus, side effects from this and withdrawal symptoms from that. It's not much fun really so I've done a spot of Internet research and although I haven't found a solution for my headaches and blurred vision, I've been able to diagnose myself with a rather serious condition. I suffer from chronic second sock syndrome and in the year of the sock, it's quite valuable that I've discovered this early as there are several cures. It doesn't really come as a surprise to me because I am, by my own admission, a tragic and frankly quite terrible knitter. My sock knitting history is plagued by disasters. Firstly it took forever to master double pointed needles, then I was bereft of the patience to read a pattern. For over two years I was flumaxed by the anatomy of a sock and stricken with fear when it came to turning a heal, combine all of this with a inability to count stitches and it really is amazing that I ever ...