2011 began with a perfect evening and fireworks across the bay. It topped off a lovely BBQ with some old friends and making some new ones. Great! It was followed by (new-ish) neighbours of ours drunkenly singing until about 4 in the morning. Not so great. That was followed by a trip to the famous-in-the-Bay Ohope Craft Market where the only knitted/crochet items I could find were acrylic baby booties and beanies and matinée jackets. I think that just resolved the internal conflict about selling some knitting there next year. I have some shawl designing to do… That was followed by a trip to visit the beach. It was stunning (and hot) and 9.30 in the morning.
Admittedly, it was far busier than this photo depicts. But the tide was far out and we counted seven jellyfish during the walk. That put several swimmers off their prospective New Year’s dip in the ocean.
Then it came to the business end of the knitting year: s62011 #1. The Shur’tugal pattern.
Okay. So I loathe Eragon. I think I managed a whole page before the book was unceremoniously pitched across the room never to be attended to again. That was in 2004. Good on a 15 year-old for writing it, but it read like a 15 year old had written it. And for somebody who at that point was up to her eyeballs in Anglo-Saxon, Old Norse, Irish Romanticism and Tolkien; the story was several steps down. Seeing as nothing much has changed in 6 years, I won’t be revisiting the Inheritance Cycle any time soon. But, I do know about the story, and I know who the Shur’tugal are. But I’m going to be stubborn about the whole thing and named this pair of socks after another Dragon Lord from a different fantasy cycle. He was cooler.
Thank heavens the colour matches the name. All I could think of was Draken-Korin and “special kind of hell” before I pulled this yarn out of the bag.
It’s so squishy! And it’s knitting up nicely. I used Jeny’s Surprisingly Stretchy Cast-on, and I find that I’m bang on gauge, again. It’ll be 6 repeats to the heel. Seeing as today was a trip down memory lane (more on that later), I managed 4 repeats yesterday and I should be on/finished the heel turn tomorrow. Awesome.
I’m enjoying the relatively simple pattern, as my alternate sock is Kells. I started one last year, and the use of 2 cable needles simultaneously with DPNs was slightly overwhelming, but the yarn is a cashmere-blend and I wants them finished! So the theory of the alternate sock construction will be put to the test sooner rather than later. There is a series win to consider in a far-from-dead-rubber game starting in Sydney tomorrow that is perfect for sock knitting…
As for the trip down memory lane… There was a cupboard in the house chock-full stuff – a lot of it (but not as much as I had expected) – was mine. It has now been consolidated to 2 boxes: one of stuff and one (smaller) of academic notes from my undergrad. I found my scrapbooks from my two years in the Hall of Res, and oh my god it was a riot. The funny (sad?) thing is very few of those people have changed that much. Some may have become more respectable-like and got married and all that, but most of them… Wow. I have mad friends. It’s times like that that I’m happy I’m as quirky as I am: when I don’t wish I was as normal as everybody else was at that age. (Well, you know. When you’re 18, you feel like the freak and everybody else was normal. For me, it was more of a relief to realise that there were some others who spoke my language out there). There was also a ritual destruction of some photos and lots of cringing and smiles at other bits and bobs as I managed to cram 10 years worth of memories into a box to put away for another 10 years. But all the fun times working for OUSA and the photos and the notes and the autographs… I’m looking forward to seeing far more of the bandits I rolled with this year, if I can make it to the capital and be respectable and grown-up and all that.
The optimism is there. Even if I do feel like the really awkward 16-year old still. But we’re all like that, aren’t we? The trick is in the bluff. I’ve put away childish things. I wonder if that will work?
Until I have a heel turned, I’ll leave you with another photo of the beautiful blue sky, especially for Ailsa! 😀