It’s still, no matter how many socks I knit, a delight and a surprise sometimes to find out that a set of colours put together can come out entirely unlike how I imagined.
When faced with a skein like this delightful sample I truly imagined stripes. You would too, wouldn’t you?
And so I chose a pattern I thought would suit stripes well. The now ubiquitous Monkey Socks seemed a safe, comfortable and wonderfully welcome choice. Casting them on last night (top down, my old friend! What fun!) felt like a kind of homecoming. For me Monkey socks are more or less where it all began. They were my first foray into patterned socks, way back when. Casting my eye over the chart, remembering the lovely, neat 11 row repeat that you can almost memorise, it all came flooding back with delicious familiarity, except that I had made the decision to knit the no purl version. Two of my friends had done excellent versions and I knew it was a good choice. RoseRed’s version and DrK’s version are well worth a look and you can see why I will follow in their, ahem, footsteps.
I prepared myself for stripes. Was certain there would be stripes although really it should have been obvious from the way the yarn cake emerged from the winder that stripes were not going to be the order of the day.
And they weren’t. But no matter, I think the result is perfect.
They’re irresistable, I think. One of the great things about repeating a pattern is that it’s usually never the same twice. You can make it new, again and again and again.