Thanks for the hedgehog update, Jean. I hope they’re living happily ever after.
Well, I finished Lizzie’s socks all right, and started a pair for my sister. I took some time in the middle of the day to attempt Judy’s Magic Cast-On, as adapted for the Sock Knitter’s Handbook. I failed. I’m not going to be beaten – next time I’ll do it the unadapted way, and use circular needles, and sit here in front of Cat Bordhi’s YouTube video while I work. I’ll get it in the end.
But yesterday I resorted to the Turkish cast-on, same book, and succeeded. I’ve got a neat little toe.
It turns out that yesterday’s idea won’t work – Candace Strick’s Great Sock Plan, which I don’t understand yet, needs a provisional cast-on. By the time I grasped that, I was so entranced by Judy’s Magic one that I was not to be diverted. I’ll put Strong heels into these socks. That will add up to a more than sufficient learning experience for one pair – toe-up, Turkish cast-on, Strong heel, stretchy bind-off.
I remain utterly baffled by the attraction of toe-up sock knitting. That cast-on was fiddly, and will still be so when I get good at it. It felt especially irritating to do it in the same half-hour as the final rounds of Lizzie’s socks with their pleasantly-decreased ordinary toes. So you can try on a toe-up sock as you proceed? But since the vast majority of the people I knit socks for are not on the premises, that’s not much use. And it’s easy enough to undo the toe and lengthen or shorten a top-down foot if I get it wrong. I’ve often done that.
And there’s also the drawback of ribbing-at-the-end.
Yesterday one of you gave me a gift certificate for the Loopy Ewe, to buy another Crazy Zauberball to cheer me up. Which it did, immeasurably. She didn’t seem to think that this act of extraordinary kindness was blog-worthy so I won’t mention her name. And I managed to do something clumsy on the Loopy Ewe’s exemplary website, and wound up buying a Crazy Zauberball without applying the gift certificate, so there was nothing to do but go back and get another one. Indian Pink and
Olive Street. I can’t wait.
I discovered yesterday that I had let our motor insurance lapse. I put it right at once, and saved a surprising amount of money by taking my husband off the policy. That means we were uninsured as we hurtled down the motorway on our return from Strathardle on Tuesday, but as I think I have observed here before, it is impossible to worry retrospectively.
It turns out that Upstairs doesn’t have contents insurance either (see yesterday), so our request for compensation has gone back to his buildings insurers. Which doesn’t entirely make sense. Our building insurers have appointed somebody to try to get their money back from Upstairs. They wrote to me and I answered their questions and they were kind enough to say I had been very helpful. So I wrote to them again yesterday, asking how they were getting on. Surely, as someone has pointed out in a comment, if Upstairs’ insurers are responsible for our ceiling they must also be responsible for our possessions.