After finishing the knitting on a sweater yesterday, I had the urge to start something new, but I had no idea what to knit. No ideas. None, I spent part of my morning scrolling through my favourites list on Ravelry but nope. Zip. Nada.
Hard to believe but there it was.
After my very quick dinner this evening, I sat down at the computer again on a quest for inspiration. What with one thing and another and I landed on the Mostersocks forum, looking at pretty pictures of mixed up but very pretty socks. I knew there was a pattern thread out there so I went looking.
And voila. It feels as if I am that brand new knitter, sitting on her porch swing giggling to herself as a funky looking tube developed that first tremendously bad heel turn. It is such a rush of funky, new energy and the ideas of what else I will do this with just will not stop coming into my head!
I was not a big fan of mosaic knitting. I've seen the books, I thought that there was a little too much emphasis on mosaic patterns in the Barbara Walker Treasuries but oh how wrong I was.
I could not stop knitting this. I thought I would just get a row or two of the squares and then once you could see what was going on, I would take a picture and call it good. Ha. I couldn't put it down. Its very like a good two row stripe scarf out of Noro. Completely impossible to set aside.
The pattern is the Ugly Duckling Socks, a pretty, simple mosaic knitting pattern but gosh, golly and gee whiz am I happy with the way this is turning out. This pretty, mostly turquoise yarn end hadn't found a home with any other yarns in the bits and ends box.
It's broad range of strong colours means it doesn't play nice with other colours but this is just about perfect for this pattern with the cream plain yarn.
Oh I know the squares don't show up with its bits of white scattered in there and the tightness of my knitting on these, means the little white dot that should be in the center of each square is completely hidden by other stitches, but, be still my beating heart. Is that lovely part sock not the epitome of spring?
How can you possibly feel down when you are knitting spring?