They're in the colors of my alma mater, and if I had been a skilled knitter would've knitted an owl in gray on white on at least one of them. But need to get three more shorty pair knit by end of year while doing all the other stuff.
So I'm calling them "Rice Socks." Another time, when I won't be annoyed by having so many loose yarn ends, and have learned more about colorwork, I'll do another pair with the owl. Or owls.
They don't look much like First Pair, do they? But I don't aspire to being an expert knitter...just a competent knitter of comfortable socks that fit right (right being defined by my feet, not my intellect.) I don't know if I'll ever knit a sweater (down here, along with global warming, not really needed.) Maybe some fingerless mitts. Or mittens. I have the scarves I made that first year that I didn't give away...all the scarves I need (and that rarely). So it's socks, socks, socks, because they do wear out and I'm never going to be good at darning.
I've become a noticer-of-socks because my husband moved to California from England. He's used to wearing boots in winter and sandals in the summer, but California rarely provides the weather for boots. It still can get somewhat chilly, so he's taken to wearing interesting socks in the winter. I'll never be a knitter, but I like seeing what people can do.
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And more politely, she says, "Thank you!"
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So I'm calling them "Rice Socks." Another time, when I won't be annoyed by having so many loose yarn ends, and have learned more about colorwork, I'll do another pair with the owl. Or owls.
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