Knitting Series: Yarn Stash Part 1

Let’s talk about my yarn stash.

So I thought it might be fun to run down all the yarn I have in my stash right now.

I actually have a pretty reasonable stash for a yarn lover like myself, but I’m sill going to split this into several posts, because I have quite a bit to say about each and every luscious skein.

There are a couple reasons that my stash isn’t wildly out of control.

First, it makes me anxious to have a bunch of yarn that I don’t know what to do with. I also have a pretty tight budget, which doesn’t allow for spontaneous yarn purchases. Usually, I have to have a plan for all the yarn in my stash; I can’t just buy something and not have an idea of what and when I’m going to knit it.

Crazy, right?

But it works for me, and it means that I have most of my yarn earmarked for specific projects, all of which I’m going to detail below.

Of course I as soon as I say that I make sure all of my yarn has a designated project, I realize that a few skeins are still TBD on that front. This bright orange beauty is earmarked for a person – my friend Taylor, whose favorite color is orange – but it doesn’t yet have a designated project.

It’s Madelinetosh Pashmina in the colorway Citrus. It’s a sport weight 75/15/10 blend of Merino, Silk, and Cashmere.

I purchased the yarn from my LYS, when they were having a sale. I usually would never be able to justify the purchase of this kind of yarn. The price is more than I’m willing to pay, and I wouldn’t have purchased this skein without that sale. That being said, when I saw it, I knew that I had to have it for my friend.

I don’t know what I’m going to make with it, but I’m sure whatever it turns out to be, the yarn will be a dream to work with.

I’ve been absolutely in love with tweed since the moment Taylor first sent me a picture of some of what she herself had dyed. This isn’t from her, but the tweed is specked in the same way that hers is.

I purchased this gorgeous green tweed from a booth at the Ann Arbor Fiber Festival in October. I picked it up because I have a small obsession with deep greens like this, but also because of the fiber content.

One of the things that I’m trying to do this year is work with different types of fiber. This tweed has an 85/15 fiber content with superwash BFL (Bluefaced Leicester) and nylon. It’s by 2 Guys Yarn Company and is their Northwoods colorway.

I’m so excited to see how the BFL compares to my usual Merino.

This skein is all caked up because I intended to make a pair of socks for myself earlier this year. It’s still going to be socks (Hermione’s Everyday Socks, to be specific) for me, but first I want to get through the gift knitting I want to get done this year.

This gorgeous combo I also purchased at the Ann Arbor Fiber Festival. It’s by Northern Bee Studio, on their Shawl Sock base, which is 100% merino wool.

This one isn’t a new fiber content, but it will be a new experience for me. I just recently got these two colors wound up for knitting, and I’m going to be doing my first contrasting heel/toe/cuff with them. These socks are going to be for my mom, also in the Hermione pattern.

Oh, and I have to mention the colorway names for these – Wine on the Dock for the deep purple, and Gold Rush for the gold, both of which I think are just perfect.

This set of yarn is the first kit I ever purchased. The yarn is Brown Sheep Nature Spun Sport, but the kit and pattern were created by Julia Vesper.

I bought this kit at the Sandhill Crane Vineyards Summer Wine and Wool Festival in August last year.

This is one of my favorite festivals. The vineyard is an absolutely beautiful location, the vendors are friendly, and the patrons are all sliiiightly tipsy from wine tasting, which makes everyone so agreeable! It’s such a fun event.

The pattern, by the way, is called Super Simple Stripey Mittens (of Epic Awesomeness), which is one of the best names I’ve ever heard.

This yarn is the one skein in my stash that I think I’ve had the longest.

It was one of my first ever luxury yarn purchases. I got it at a LYS near where Taylor lives back when I was first learning about yarn.

I fell in love with the texture and color of this yarn immediately. It’s by Tahki Yarns, in their Kismet base, which I recently learned has been discontinued! It’s a 54/46 Alpaca/Nylon blend, and it’s magically soft, in the colorway Wine.

Unfortunately, I was intimidated by the luxuriousness of the alpaca wool, and so it has just sat sadly in my stash, continually looked upon and squished, but never used.

I have plans to make this the lining of the mittens from my mitten kit.

So, that’s all for now. I still have plenty more yarn to tell you about though, so keep your eyes peeled for my next Yarn Stash post!

Travel Journals: Taipei 101

Let’s talk about Taiwan.

I spent the last few weeks telling you all about my (terrible) time in Paris, so let’s change gears a little here.

I studied abroad in Taiwan when I was 19, in 2014.

There are so many stories to tell from my 5-month stay in Taipei (the capital of Taiwan), but I think the best place to start is with Taipei 101.

For those who don’t know, Taipei 101 is the most iconic building in all of Taiwan; it’s what the country is known for.

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For a short time, it was the tallest building in the world. Its name, Taipei 101, comes from the number of floors that it has.

What this building is known for, now, is the incredible damper installed to keep the building stable, which is the biggest of its kind in the world.

This type of damper is used in other tremendously tall buildings, but it’s particularly important in Taiwan as the country is located on a fault line, and regularly experiences earthquakes. The damper limits the sway of the building in everything from typhoon level winds to massive earthquakes.

I visited Taipei 101 twice during my stay, once in the first few days, and once in my last few. The first time was during the day, so I could see the landscape for miles, and the second was at night, so I could see the entire city lit up below me.

Strangely, one of the things I remember most from my first visit is the weather.

I arrived in Taiwan in February, but the country is considered to be a tropical climate, so I expected it to be warm.

I was wrong.

In February 2014, Taipei experienced record cold temperatures, getting near freezing at night and not nearly warm enough during the day – temperatures that I definitely had not packed for.

The day that I went to visit Taipei 101, we finally had a break in the weather. It was warm and sunny, and, at last, got to enjoy some time outside in this gorgeous country.

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By the time I visited Taipei 101 the next time, towards the end of my trip in May, the novelty of Taiwan weather had long worn off.

Never have I experienced the kind of heat and humidity that I experienced in Taiwan.

When I came home, I mentioned the harrowing humidity so often that it became a joke amongst my friends and family. Whenever someone complained about the weather in (significantly more temperate) Michigan, someone else would pipe up, “But it’s nothing compared to what Emma experienced in Taiwan!” At which point I would roll my eyes, but immediately regale them with tales of the endless rain, heat, and humidity.

But I digress.

One of the coolest things about Taipei 101 is how vastly it towers over everything in the city. There is not a single building in the entire expanse of the city that even comes close to the size of Taipei 101.

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It’s the perfect navigation tool.

Or it would be, if I had any sense of direction.

If I was out with my friends and we got turned around, it’s very easy to spot Taipei 101 from just about anywhere in the city. For most people, it’s perfect for orienting yourself.

I still had to whip out Google Maps, of course, because it’s not going to do any good to orient yourself based on Taipei 101 if you don’t know where Taipei 101 is in relation to where to want to go. Fortunately for me, I had much more directionally savvy friends while living in Taiwan.

Taipei 101 is one of those iconic buildings that you can’t miss out on if you visit Taipei. Not going to Taipei 101 would be like going to New York City and not going to the Empire State Building, or to Paris and not visiting the Eiffel Tower. It’s a must-do, no matter how touristy it seems.

Knitting Series: Knitting in Public

Let’s talk about non-knitters.

As many knitters know, sometimes the most tedious interactions in our lives happen with complete strangers. For some reason, there’s something about knitting that seems to compel people to walk up to you and strike up a discussion.

For an introvert like me, this is hell.

I’m always tremendously polite, of course, but they always seem to interrupt me when I’m at the most complicated part in a pattern, and I just want to ask them to please leave me in peace.

So here are the top 5 interactions I have with non-knitters, what I actually say, and what I’d like to say

1. “What are you working on?”

What I Say: It’s a hat! I’m making it for my brother, he really loves the knitted hats I make him.

What I Want to Say: Hat, sock, shawl, does it matter? No matter how much you peer at it, it’s not going to look like the thing I’m making because I only started it yesterday.

2. “My grandmother used to crochet, it’s pretty much the same thing, right?”

What I Say: Well crochet is with just one hook, and knitting is with two needles, but they are very similar.

What I Want to Say: No! They’re completely different! Do not compare my sacred craft to that layman’s activity ever again.

3. “I just don’t have the patience for knitting.”

What I Say: Oh it’s really not as bad as you think, I like to watch TV while I do it.

What I Want to Say: I don’t have the patience for this conversation.

4. “That looks complicated.”

What I Say: No, actually it’s really easy once you get the hang of it.

What I Want to Say: Yes, it is. And you’re distracting me.

5. “You could sell that!”

What I Say: Aw, thank you! I actually have thought about selling my creations.

What I Want to Say: Do you have any idea how much I’d have to charge just to make up the cost of this yarn, not to mention my time?

Of course, I know people always mean well. Besides, there’s that tiniest chance that that conversation may one day inspire someone to join the knitting community, which I think makes it worth it. You have to share the warm, cozy knitting love whenever you can!

What are your most common interactions with non-knitters? Do you get frustrated when people approach you, or are you more friendly than I am? Let me know in the comments!

Backstory: Moving Home

Let’s talk about leaving France.

Before we get started on this week’s post, just a reminder that this is the third part in a three part series. Part one was posted 2 weeks ago (found here), and part two was posted last week (link here).

Last week I detailed all the many reasons that I decided to move home. Now I get to tell you about what it was like to do so.

I cannot even begin to describe the relief that I felt when I decided that it was ok for me to drop out of school and move back home.

I, of course, knew how big of a decision it was. After all, I’d put in months of effort to get into the school that I was attending and get enough money to move to Paris. And I knew how much I’d fought, tooth and nail, to get through the semester to that point. And I knew how difficult it was going to be to swallow my pride and admit that I’d failed at something. Letting all of that go was really, really hard.

But so totally worth it.

When I finally settled on the decision to come home, I suddenly felt as though I could breathe again. At last, I saw an end to the suffering, and it was one of the greatest feelings of all time.

The first thing I did after deciding to come home was to tell my friends and family. Michael, my boyfriend, was easy to inform. I’d been discussing it with him for some time. My friend Taylor was also easy, as I’d mentioned the possibility to her as well, to get her advice.

Under other circumstances, telling my parents may have been more difficult, but I knew that both of my parents worried about me constantly, living so far away, and I knew they’d be overjoyed to hear that I was coming home. I was right.

The hardest people to tell were the friends I’d made in Paris.

Most of the friends I’d made had drifted away, partially because we all became busy with classes, and partially because I’d become more and more reclusive as the depression and anxiety became worse. That didn’t mean that there weren’t many people to tell. Even if we didn’t hang out all the time, I still had several classes with a lot of them.

And I couldn’t just tell them, “I’m going home,” and have them be happy, like with my family and American friends.

Everyone wanted to know why, and what was I supposed to say? “I have severe anxiety and I can’t handle it here anymore? I think that what I – and in extension all of you – am studying is pointless?”

There were of course other, less social details to work out, as well.

I had to contact my landlord and let him know that I was leaving. I was going to have to pay the rent until he found a new tenant, but fortunately he found one very quickly and it wasn’t a problem.

I had to cancel my cell phone plan and my metro card. I had to work with the bank to get all my money transferred back to my bank in the US (a far more complicated and expensive process than you may expect).

And of course, I had to actually drop out.

I still finished all of my classes, including our final projects and final exams. I simply didn’t care as much if I passed or not. (I did pass almost all of my classes, except for economics. Economics will always be the bane of my existence.)

The process of dropping out was actually extremely anticlimactic. I had to fill out and submit a couple of forms and send an email or two. I received a confirmation that my information was processed, and that was it. I was done.

I will never regret the months I spent in Paris. It was a time of incredible self-discovery. I realized and changed so much about myself in the process of dropping out and moving home, but I’m proud of all of it.

It took a lot of courage to admit that what I thought I’d wanted for so long was not what I wanted anymore. That’s why I’ve chosen to embrace my failure.

I am a Grad School Dropout, and this is my life.

Knitting Series: Yarn Reviews – Bumblebee Acres

Let’s talk about yarn.

So, this is going to be my first ever yarn review. I’ve been thinking about exactly how to do this for a while now, and it might change as I continue to develop my style, but for now here’s how it’s going to go:

First, I’ll tell you about the specific yarn base(s) that I’m reviewing from the company, what the content, ply, etc is, and then I’ll tell you everything I liked about it. After that will be anything I didn’t like about it, and then an overall opinion.

I make no promises that I won’t allow my interactions with the company to affect my judgement of the product. In fact, I will be intentionally making it a factor in my overall judgement. I think that bringing positivity and character to the community is an important facet of what the company is contributing.

Now, even as an avid knitter, I didn’t understand a lot of things regarding yarn for a very long time. I think that I naturally write in pretty basic knit-speak, but sometimes jargon slips in without my noticing! So if anyone has any questions, I’d be happy to answer them for you! Feel free to comment on the post or send me a message directly.

So let’s get right to it!

The yarn I’m reviewing today is Coquette Sock, by Bumblebee Acres.

Coquette sock is the company’s signature base, and it consists of 75% Superwash Corriedale Wool, 25% Nylon. It’s a fingering weight yarn, contains approximately 430 yards, and has a 3ply twist.

I fell in love with this yarn the moment I saw it at Yarn Con in Chicago in 2017. The colors they do are absolutely phenomenal. At Yarn Con, I purchased a skein of their A Ride Through the Highlands colorway, which is one of their Outlander inspired yarns.

I still have this skein sitting in my stash. It’s caked up and I’ve knit a couple swatches, because I fell in love with the color so much that I decided to order a sweater quantity of it. I have the sweater pattern and everything, but I’ve yet to see how that’s going to turn out. Perhaps it was a bit ambitious to go for a fingering weight sweater, especially out of this yarn, which is probably better for shawls.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Despite having quite a bit in my stash, I have also knit with even more of this yarn. When presented with the opportunity, I jumped at the chance to join in when Bumblebee Acres did their Christmas Advent calendar last year.

I chose their Downton Abbey colorways box, which was a fantastic decision!

In late November, I received the most magical package from the Bees. It contained a tote bag, a pattern to use with the yarn I received, and 25 individually wrapped 10gram skeins of yarn, all in different colorways.

It was one of the highlights of the holiday season to open up each of those skeins of yarn every day in December. The colorways were, every one of them, absolutely stunning (no surprise – the amazing colors are my favorite thing about this company!).

I knit my Take What’s There shawl out of it, which is now the pride of my knitted collection. And I only used 15 of the mini-skeins, so I still have 10 left!

The project turned out way softer and squishier than I expected. When you’re knitting with it, the Corriedale feels more coarse than your typical Merino base, and it is a bit more stiff, but the texture is perfect for a shawl, and the drape is heavenly.

My only complaints about the yarn are with the ply and the stretch.

For a shawl, this yarn was perfect! Ironically, considering the name of the base is Coquette Sock, I don’t know that I would want to knit socks with it. There simply wasn’t a lot of stretch in it, and very little memory in what stretch it did have, which isn’t great for keeping up socks.

The twist was also not as secure as one might hope. It felt like dangerous waters whenever I had to pull back and re-knit any of it, which I suspect is why it has issues with memory.

Overall, I enjoyed my experience with this yarn, but it does have its limitations. Fortunately, there are some other bases to try out with this company, because I don’t think I’d be able to resist their stunning colorways.

Backstory: Where It All Went Wrong

Let’s talk about Paris (some more).

If you haven’t been keeping up with my blog, you’ll need to check out my previous Tuesday post (link here) to understand what some context for this post.

So I left you last week with the knowledge that things went well for a while, but took a turn after my first few weeks in Paris.

Classes hadn’t started yet, and I’d been spending almost every day with my orientation group mates, even outside of official orientation events. So, what went wrong?

I got sick.

I was sick with a nasty cold for the entire weekend and into the week, barely able to get out of bed or feed myself, much less get out of my minuscule apartment.

I would find myself with some kind of illness for most of the rest of the semester. There was at least one occasion of food poisoning and two more colds in a 4 month period. This made me miss out on social events and have trouble in concentrating in classes.

But illness alone I could have borne.

I found cockroaches in my apartment.

I cannot describe the horror of a cockroach infestation to anyone who hasn’t experienced it. Imagine living every day knowing that something you are terrified of might come scuttling out of a corner at any moment, and trying to sleep each night knowing that creature may be the first thing you see in the morning.

I would not wish a cockroach infestation on anyone, and least of all someone in my living situation. One hundred square feet is not enough to have to share with a colony of insects.

But I learned soon enough that getting together my courage to kill them when they’re small and slow is infinitely better than having to do so when they’re large and fast, and I could have dealt with it.

I fell behind in my classes.

Graduate school is hard, and it can be particularly difficult when the culture of the school you’re attending is different to what you’re used to. I went to a smallish university in Michigan, and the differences between that and Sciences Po (one of the most prestigious schools in France), were stark.

I didn’t understand what some of my professors wanted from me; I was totally lost in the curriculum of others.

I just was not getting French.

As in the language. I simply couldn’t wrap my brain around the grammar, and I fell further and further behind my classmates. This caused me embarrassment and kept me from speaking up or asking questions in class, which, in a vicious cycle, made me fall further behind in class.

I’m also quite shy and have social anxiety, so any chance that I may taken to speak with the locals or improve my ability was wasted as I panicked and switched immediately to English.

These four things alone were difficult, but were problems that I could have come to terms with or fixed with time. The following, however, I could not fix.

I developed crippling anxiety and depression.

Before I left for Paris, I stopped taking the birth control that I had been on for several years. I wasn’t planning on meeting any men, but mostly I didn’t think that it would be easy to obtain my prescription while living in a foreign country.

What I didn’t realize was that the hormonal birth control that I take significantly affects my mental state. It acts as my anti-depressant and my anti-anxiety medication rolled into one.

By the time September rolled around, I’d been off the hormones for about two months, and the effects were significant.

I couldn’t sleep at night, but would sleep late into the afternoon, I was always tired, I couldn’t concentrate. I was having anxiety attacks at least once every week. And I had no support system in Paris to get me through it.

That alone should have been enough, but then.

I realized that I did not enjoy or even want the degree I was working towards.

This was the item that cinched it for me – when I became aware that I was falling behind in my classes and wasn’t connecting anymore with my classmates because I didn’t want a Master’s Degree in European Studies. The entire reason I was living in Paris was for that degree, and I couldn’t imagine any position or path forward where it would be useful to me.

So I decided it was time to go home.

The final installment in this series will be next week, talking about what it really meant to drop out of school and move home. I hope you’ll join me next Tuesday.

Knitting Series: Gift Knitting

Let’s talk about knitting gifts for others.

Gift knitting can be a tricky subject among knitters. There are a number of considerations one makes before knitting a gift for a friend or family member, the primary one being this:

Are they Knitworthy?

Knitworthy (also written as Knit-worthy) is a term that all knitters understand, even if they don’t know the term for it. It encompasses three main factors.

How to Tell if You are Knitworthy:

  1. You understand the cost of good yarn
  2. You recognize the amount of time and effort it takes to make a knitted item
  3. You understand or are willing to learn (and remember) how to properly care for your knitted item

Being Knitworthy is an auspicious honor. It implies that you are a respected and trusted friend or family member.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve certainly knit for non-knitworthy people.

These slippers, for example, were knit for extended family, none of whom I would typically consider the most Knitworthy. I spent a month knitting all fourteen of these slippers.

But even in this case, I had a very good reason for knitting these slippers. My grandmother did something similar for the entire family when she was alive. I knew that my aunts and uncles would understand and appreciate the significance of that even if they didn’t understand the amount of care they should give the slippers.

For the most part, though, I have only 5 people that I always consider Knitworthy.

Of those 5, I’d have to say that Taylor, my best friend, is easily the hardest to knit for. The girl owns her own yarn business, for goodness sake! (Etsy.com/shop/catsockfibersllc, if anyone is interested.) She’s just as much, if not more of a knitter than I am, so it’s always tough to pick a project that she would like that she isn’t already planning to knit herself.

I think that I’m also a very “generous” knitter.” I use the word “generous” loosely, simply as the opposite to a “selfish knitter.”

A selfish knitter is someone who knits primarily for themselves. I find this term misleading, because it has such a negative connotation, but it is the common lingo for this type of knitter.

The most obvious indicator of my “generous knitter” status is in my priorities this year. I have planned out (charted, even) a hand-made gift for every single gift-giving holiday this year.

I have plans to finish all of my knitted items before I start on anything for myself.

That being said, I’m hoping to get them all done by June, so that I can have at least half a year to devote entirely to my own knits.

So maybe I do have a bit of selfish knitter in me after all.

How do all of you feel about gift knitting? Are you a selfish or a generous knitter? Let me know in the comments!

Backstory: The Beginning

Let’s talk about Paris.

The story of how this blog got its name, “The Life of a Grad School Dropout,” is a story that I love to tell. It has lots of life lessons and involves so many cheesy “finding yourself,” moments, but I think it’s something worth discussing.

So I’m giving (or maybe forcing upon) you a 3 part mini-series to tell this story. And we’re going to start at the very beginning, which I’ve heard is a very good place to start.

In August 2016, after a gap year working behind a desk following my graduation from undergrad, I moved to Paris for graduate school.

I went to a school called Sciences Po (pronounced see-ance po, in the French way, of course. And don’t you dare pronounce it in the English way, you will be cast off the campus and never allowed to return), which is a school specifically for political science. I had my undergrad degree in International Relations, and was going for my Master’s in European Studies.

Honestly, when I moved to Paris, I was planning on making it a permanent thing. I adore the culture and openness of Europe, and at that time I wanted nothing more than to stay there forever. Living there for school was going to put me on a fast track for citizenship, and then I would be able to work for the political side of the European Space Agency, which was my dream.

The first couple weeks were fantastic. I got to Paris well before school started to participate in a welcome program for incoming international graduate students, and I had what can easily be called one of the best orientation groups of all time.

We all got along so well in those first couple of weeks. A group chat got started straight away, and group hangouts were planned even outside of our orientation activities.

For the orientation program, we had two French students for our guides. One took us around to see the sights of Paris and get a taste for the culture, and the other taught us what to expect in our classes.

This second person was particularly important, as I found out quickly that expectations in University in France are very different than those of the U.S. Taking a stand on something and being able to convincingly argue it and revise and review it over and over was the primary focus of my French teachers.

So the first couple of weeks were great. I had a group of people to hang out with, I seemed to be pretty competent at our “what to expect” exercises, and even when it got blisteringly hot (I found out what 35 degrees Celsius feels like in a fifth floor apartment with only a skylight for ventilation. FYI, it’s hell), I was happy.

Things really started going downhill after that.

BUT, to find out what happened next, you’ll have to check out my next backstory segment!

I’ll be back next week with the next installment, I hope you’ll join me then!

Knitting Series: Yarn Love Challenge – Confessions

Let’s talk about Instagram.

I recently participated in the February Yarn Love Challenge. It’s a daily photo challenge started last year by a couple of crafty women who, undoubtedly, wanted to spread the yarn love! If you want to see what kind of awesome women would start this kind of community project, head over to their Ravelry group or check out their blogs (oharethey.com and maryheatherbrown.com).

I used the challenge to spontaneously launch my new knitting only Instagram account, emmilouknits.

The very last prompt for the month was “confession,” so here’s several.

I wasn’t always on top of my posts. I frequently had to upload one or more of the prompts in the same day, because the day before I’d forgotten about it until I was already in bed and simply didn’t have the energy to get up.

I was also somewhat disappointed in the quality of some of my photos. I don’t have any professional capacity to take photos, but I know what looks good and what doesn’t.

My biggest issue was always lighting. When it gets dark at 6:00pm, and you don’t remember to take a picture for your post until 10:00pm, the lighting is not going to be ideal. I worked with what I had (mostly my bedside lamp, which at least casts a very warm glow), but I’m certain that I could have done better with more preparation.

But hey, I have a busy life! I leave for work at 7:00am and don’t get home until 5:30pm, there’s very little light available in February at that time!

Before I give you my final confession (the one I intended to be my actual confession for my Instagram post), let’s have a health update (because it’s relevant).

As I type this, I am recovering from the flu.

If you took a moment to check out my Instagram account, you’ll notice that this, my confession, wasn’t posted until March 2nd, 2 days after the end of the yarn love challenge.

That’s because on February 28th, the flu hit me like a bloody brick wall, and I couldn’t even get off the couch without feeling like I was going to pass out and/or throw up.

So, disappointingly, I am quite late on my final prompt. But as they say, better late than never!

Now for my actual, final, knitting-related confession:

I don’t love knitted socks.

Ok, ok, calm down, I can practically hear the horrified gasps from all you devoted sock knitters. Let me explain.

First of all, for everyday use, knitted socks are too warm. I work in an office, so if my feet get too warm in those wool socks, I can’t take off my shoes to give my toes a breather. Even at home, my feet are rarely cold enough to warrant committing to a pair of woolen socks (granted, this may change after we move out of our 3rd story apartment, which is always boiling hot no matter the season).

Most importantly, though, I don’t find knitted socks particularly comfortable.

These are the only two pairs of knitted socks that I own. The red ones were made by a friend, but you’ll notice that the green ones, which I knit myself, are made with a princess foot.

For those who don’t have excessively sensitive feet, a princess foot is where you make all the purl bumps on the sock face outward, so that the the nubby texture doesn’t bother the sole of the foot.

Even that hasn’t worked well for me.

I should mention, I do still wear these socks.

Most commonly, I’ll put them on over a pair of store-bought socks when I’m going to be out in the cold for a long while. Put my feet into a pair of winter boots like that, and they never get cold!

I haven’t totally given up on sock knitting. I have a skein or two earmarked for myself. I definitely enjoy the process of knitting socks! I’m hoping that one day I’ll find the right combination of yarn and pattern, and suddenly I’ll fall in love, like a proper knitter.

Until then, I’ll keep my feet warm in fuzzy, store bought socks. So sue me.