Posted under socks
Now you see it.
Now you don’t.
That’s right. Despite the fact that I finally grasped the art of the rotating stitch pattern, I still needed to rip the whole thing out.
Basically, I just didn’t like the fabric that was coming off the needles. I was having a hard time getting the Gothic Spire socks over my heel, so I opted for a better fitting sock by going up a needle size.
I went from a size 2.25mm to a size 2.5mm, which may not seem like much of a difference, but the resulting fabric does feel different to me. There’s more stretch. More stretch is good.
Here’s the sock with one complete repeat. (I know the pictures are terrible. This is a really hard colour to photograph.)
If this incarnation of the Gothic Spire socks do not meet my expectations, I will take another trip to the frog pond and have another cast on party with much of the swearing of which my cats have learned to hide from.
I vow to get this right even if it takes doing it again and again and again and again. I’m not obsessed though. I’m not even stubborn. I’m just determined.
In the midst of all this ripping and the ensuing swearing, Pressie retreated to her favorite hideout quiet spot.
