Spending a fair amount of time lying down with an ice pack at the base of my spine seems to mean that my feet are always cold. And I've found that wool socks are the best antidote. I'm cycling through my collection of handknit socks rapidly these days.
I had hoped to finish this pair yesterday, but yesterday did not rate highly for focus and concentration. So I dithered, finishing them up in the wee hours, during a booming thunderstorm, with the final few rows rounding out my breakfast entertainment. Just in time for happy toes. Photographic evidence to the contrary, they are actually the same length.
These are the second version of my basic, pattern-free toe up sock, and I got the niggly little details perfected here, at least for me. I am happy with the socks, so happy that I literally pulled them onto my feet as soon as I bound off the last stitch. The tail on the sock on the right foot hasn't even been woven in yet. I'll do that later today before they are washed and blocked, at which point the little stitch lines showing the gaps between my dpns will disappear as well.
Next up will probably be a scarf, but I am so involved in reading Churchill and America, that I may not start until tomorrow. Fascinating book, poignantly filled with quotes from Churchill's letters and speaches. The struggle and the emotion are palpable.
This has been basically reposted, with a dearth of additional technical information, over at purlsandmurmurs.
