finished another pair of socks!
i used sock-weight yarn and toothpick needles for the first time.
also my first time with “eye of partridge” heel.
two weird coincidences happened with these socks, relating to the honeycomb-esque stitch pattern. first, i randomly found a piece of honeycomb while on a walk along the river yesterday:
second, just as i walked outside to take pictures of the finished socks this bee almost ran into me and then landed right at my feet:
it’s the first honeybee i’ve seen out this year.
i re-read pablo neruda’s “ode to my socks” the other day. i never appreciated this poem as thoroughly as i do now.
Ode to My Socks
Mara Mori brought me
a pair of socks
which she herself
with her sheepherder's hands,
two socks as soft as rabbits.
I slipped my feet into them
as if they were two cases
knitted with threads of and goatskin,
my feet were two fish made of wool,
two long sharks
sea blue, shot through
by one golden thread,
two immense blackbirds,
my feet were honored in this way
by these heavenly socks.
They were so handsome for the first time
my feet seemed to me unacceptable
like two decrepit firemen,
firemen unworthy of that woven fire,
of those glowing socks.
Nevertheless, I resisted the sharp temptation
to save them somewhere as schoolboys
as learned men collect
I resisted the impulse to put them
in a golden cage and each day give them
birdseed and pieces of pink melon.
Like explorers in the jungle
who hand over the very rare green deer
to the spit and eat it with remorse,
I stretched out my feet and pulled on
the magnificent socks and then my shoes.
The moral of my ode is this:
beauty is twice beauty
and what is good is doubly good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool in winter.