The other day, I woke at 2:30 a.m. and just could not fall back to sleep. I read for a bit, but I was antsy. I couldn't seem to sit still, so I folded my laundry. To you causal non laundry folders, this means from last week. Hah. I am a non laundry folder of Olympian proportions. I had not folded or sorted my laundry since just before Christmas. I had all the laundry baskets in my room full of un-sorted goods and I could no longer safely get to the door in the dark for my nightly trips down the hall. So I, Queen of the laundry folding avoiders, folded my laundry. Then I tried to put away my things.
I had to clean out my drawers.
As previously mentioned, my sock drawer is getting pretty sparse. All my favourites are getting holes in the heels and I am going to have to do some serious work to get back to having enough socks so I do not run out all the time. As I was sorting socks, and pairing them up, I came across one of my favourite pairs, shown here under construction,
with a huge hole in one heel.
So I decided to un-pick the heel and reknit it.
The heel of the other sock is thin but has no holes yet. I am going to do some duplicate stitch and see if that will hold off the eventual hole. Garter stitch duplicate isn't something I wanted to try at 2:30 in the morning either.
By this time I was totally energized. The next one that came along I tried something a little different.
The pick up won't be felt at all and though I used a three needle type bind off at the join, a properly thinking person would graft it.
It was 2:30 in the morning and even after coffee, I never quite got past that early start time. This one will probably be replaced with a good graft before I wear it but not right now.
Right now, I am going to go make myself a cup of coffee, because even if it isn't 2:30 in the morning, it is time for a good cup of coffee.