The second pair were the ones where I found a knot in the yarn when I was a few inches up the second sock. I put them to one side while I decided what to do - carry on or frog. I more or less forgot about them and then came across them when I was tidying up last week. I frogged the second sock as I decided a join would annoy me, so started again and just got on and knitted it, mostly while I was watching television and then at knitting group yesterday morning. I finished the ribbing yesterday evening and cast off and then sewed in the ends this morning.
I've already cast on another pair of socks.
Am I in a sock-knitting mood? Not particularly. Simple, stocking stitch socks are my go-to project when I've got something going on in Life and need some easy, no-brain knitting. At the moment, we have no running hot water in our house. Our boiler's broken and when we switched on the immersion heater/water tank, it tripped all the downstairs electric sockets, so that needs to be repaired....... but finding someone to do what I hope will turn out to be a not-too-difficult job isn't proving easy. Our boiler is elderly, but we'd rather it was repaired than replaced at the moment because we think a replacement will be a big job that'll involve ripping out part of the kitchen for new pipework. Our house plans for this year are Spring - new windows; Late Summer/Early Autumn - new kitchen and boiler, so we'd rather keep disruption to a minimum, especially when upheaval such as building works upsets DD2 greatly. We do have heating as we've got three oil-filled radiators that run off the mains, so it's inconvenient rather than a problem, but something we want to get sorted out as soon as possible.
Of course, with no hot water, the weather has inevitably turned colder. There was a frost overnight and it was foggy this morning when I took Jess out for a walk (I've just looked out of the window and it's still foggy). I had my camera with me, so I took some shots:
|The sun, trying to peek through the fog|
|The first 'battalion' of geese that flew overhead|
|The second wave of geese|
These geese fly over twice a day. I think they spend the night closer to the sea on the marshes and then fly over to the Dedham valley to spend their days. As the sun starts to go down in the late afternoon/evening, we hear them flying back again.
|Frosty blackberries that never made it to maturity before autumn set in|