If one came here today expecting to see a finished Tudora -- because, you know, the way I left it on Friday, it was all but promised -- and instead found an unfinished pair of never-mentioned slipper socks, would one be very surprised?
You see, I got out of work a little bit early Friday on account of the company Christmas party, and instead of using the full allotted time to primp and prepare -- because how much primping is really necessary when preparing to go bowling -- I used some of the time to stop at my LYS. It was on the way. Don't tell me you wouldn't do the same.
I browsed a bit while an order was checked, and came upon the inventory of suede soles for slipper socks. I fondly recalled the fun I had making last year's Mackluks, as well as the pair for DH's birthday -- and my brother came to mind, his name still with an unchecked box on this year's gift list. I'd been concentrating all my efforts on his wife -- the EZ Mitered Mittens & Noro Striped Scarf -- and really hadn't given him a thought... 'til now. Mom suggested I knit a pair of socks, but no matter how much I love my brother, I am not going to knit a pair of size 13 socks, at least not at this late hour and with the hoopla of the holidays and a deadline. Suede-sole slipper socks, on the other hand -- using BIG yarn and BIG needles -- could be knit in no time, even for BIG feet!
I was fully intending to knit them according to pattern, except knitting the leg in-the-round as I did on the other two pair, and chose a nice neutral shade of Cascade 220 to go with the dark brown suede of the sole. I pondered variations on ribbing while I drove home. Then I went bowling.
Bowling was fun, though I think there are muscles in one's body that are only ever used when bowling and they're still reminding me today that we haven't been acquainted in years. I threw one strike and a few gutter balls (but not as many as you might think), never broke 100 (maybe not even 80 -- it was all in fun, I wasn't paying that much attention), and thank goodness we didn't bowl a third game.
On Saturday morning, I contemplated the slipper socks some more. The 220 I bought was sure a nice color -- would make a nice Tudora, I thought. So then I started thinking about the stash -- none of the other colors of 220 were good, nor the 128, but what about the Pastazza (Cascade being my go-to yarn these days, I guess)? I'd used that two years ago for my stepdad's Log Cabin Socks, which he LOVES and my mother has mended a LOT. Hey, what about modifying THAT pattern to attach to the soles? And what about using Cork -- the yarn specified in the pattern for the Log Cabin Socks -- of which I have four balls in a completely uninspiring color from the gift kit that apparently didn't turn me on, either, for subscribing to the Rowan mag a few years ago.
It's a win-win! My brother gets slipper socks in a quick-to-knit pattern, I use stinky stash, and I have yarn for a second Tudora... provided I finish the first... and first finish the socks.
I told myself that I could knit on Tudora during the football game, but when I was at the point shown on the left, I discovered a misplaced cable that required ripping out and reknitting one entire section -- which I actually had to do twice because of a counting problem -- and that set me back a bit. Grr. Things went well after that, though, and now the gussets are finished and I'm ready to cruise straight down the insole to the toe.