You see what I mean, about the brightness of the yarn. And it's perhaps slightly too large, in the sense that’s there’s not much if any negative ease, but I’m not going to double back. The heel was perfectly straightforward, and rather interesting in that there was no short-rowing. It sort of turns itself.
Once the gusset increases are done, you take the centre 16 stitches and knit a wedge back and forth by decreasing at the beginning of every row until 4 stitches remain. That's the little yellow bit. Then, right side facing, knit across those 4 stitches, pick up 14 down the edge of the wedge, (knit across the instep stitches), pick up another 14 up the other edge. Those 32 stitches now form the heel flap, which is knit back and forth taking in one from each side on each pass until you are back down to the original number.
Those numbers are for a 64-stitch sock.
I don’t think this is one I want to add to the repertoire, but I’m glad to have done it. It looks very neat, I think – and there’s no sign of that maddening little hole in the corner between heel flap and gusset.
I thought I had nothing else to say today, but I’ve just stumbled on this in Mason-Dixon Knitting. Can it be true? I’ve spent a moment with Ravelry, and the answer seems to be, yes. Here’s the full text in all its astonishing absurdity. I’ve got the tee-shirt for a similar (but less serious) silliness some years ago – Free to Stitch, Free to Bitch. I’ll have to get this one, when it’s issued.
I thought I disliked the Olympics as profoundly as they could be disliked –
bus drivers are on strike today because they aren’t getting enough extra lolly for driving during the Games. But this adds an extra notch.
Was that Midsummer’s Day, yesterday? Nothing colder, wetter or darker can be imagined. I love this time of year, except for the dread it breeds of the darkness to come. This is the view from our kitchen window on Wednesday evening, just after 11 as I was finishing the washing-up.