The Loksin is a wonderful sock. Easily memorized charts, gorgeous lacy goodness running up the ankles and when knit up in a gorgeous semi solid sock yarn like Dream In Color’s Smooshy, the lace and cably bits really pop.
I was thinking about this today, as I was waiting at the optometrist’s office and knitting around and around. People who design socks, there’s something genius about them. How do they do it? Look at stitch dictionaries and put together random patterns until something clicks? How do they calculate heels and toes and how do they come up with all those little touches that people like Cookie A and Eunny Jang include in their patterns, ribbing that melts into cables, twisted stitches, motifs that flow into structure. I am amazed at what designers put together out of a few simple, random elements. I don’t think I could do it half so well.
It occurred to me that if the end of the world came, and my computer stopped working, I’d be SOL because most of my patterns are stored in the laptop, not on paper. Which sort of defeats the idea of my huge sock yarn stash, which I have justified to myself by saying, “Well, when the world ends, I can make us all socks while we’re surviving on tinned anchovies and beans.”
I may have to design a sock, to justify the stash. Either that or buy a printer before the world comes to a screeching halt.
The optometrist was a raging success, by the way. They’re great frames. #2 Daughter insists that wearing glasses makes her “defective” and thinks we ought to just have her made into Soylent Green. I think she just needs to wait until all the boys get a load of her and she’ll realize that ain’t nothing defective about a girl in glasses at all.