Continuing my quest to take care of bloggage, today I bring you one of the things I made for my sister for her 16th birthday (which was in February): Dobby socks!
To be completely honest, I only made one of these for her for her birthday. The other one I rescued from what was nearly a sock tragedy.
You may recall that a while back, I knit myself a pair of blue Pomatomus (ravlink) socks. I rather liked these and wore them on occasional (my life has sadly few opportunities for wearing handknit wool socks). One day, back about November, I pulled them out of my sock drawer to put them on, and to my horror discovered that the heel of one was moth eaten! You can imagine my dismay. I immediately cleaned and quarantined all my wool socks (fortunately kept nowhere near the yarn) and bought a couple dozen lavendar-scented cedar blocks for all my wool storage places. I can happily report that I have found no other damage or evidence of a beastly invasion.
But that still left the question of what to do with the one perfectly good sock. I didn't have the yarn to make a second one to match, and I don't wear mismatched socks (except on accident). But then it occurred to me: I have a younger sister who's obsessed with Harry Potter and would love to wear mismatched socks. So I found some yarn (Koigu) for the not-quite-matching mate, and knitted away. My sister assures me she likes the result.
So there you have it: further evidence that the roses of success can grow from the ashes of disaster!