Since I finished off two pair of socks last week, it was time to cast on a new pair. I know, try to contain your shock…
Presented with the perennial problem of which yarn to knit with, I turned once again to my uber-geek method used here. Download the Ravelry stash as an Excel file, eliminate all the yarn not for socks, and then slap the list into the Random List Generator.
Right then, Lana Grossa Meilenweit Tweed, come on down! Also, since the Birthday Socks were so plain, I picked out a more complicated pattern, Fan Lace from Charlotte Schurch.
Cast on 60 stitches, divide onto four needles, join without twisting, work K1, P1 for 1.5 inches.
That’s when I noticed something. It was easy.
I remember being scared of socks. With all those needles, it seemed like I needed skills in Advanced Porcupine Wrangling. And the teeny tiny yarn, so much thinner than anything I’d worked with. I must have twisted the join on the first pair five times. Then there was the time I finished up a needle, turned the work and pulled out… the wrong needle. I had two empty ones in my right hand, and there were all those stitches just hanging there. Trauma, panic and lost stitches ensued.
I am nothing if not stubborn… contrary… bullheaded… I persevered, and my socks have gotten better. Oh sure, sometimes I end up making them for other people when I thought I was making them for me, but these are things I’m sure have happened to other knitters… right?
But, and this is the thing which surprised me on Saturday, at some point they got easy. Casting on, dividing, joining (without twisting!), those first few fiddly rounds… maybe they’re a bit of a challenge, but they don’t seem hard any more.
My ribbing looks good, I don’t see any ladders between needles, and the lace pattern is coming out well.
Even better if I stretch it a little.
I suppose it’s true… practice really does make perfect.
So tell me, have you had those kinds of moments in your knitting? in the rest of your life? Where something that used to be difficult just happens?