Back in September, I blogged about using a self-striping yarn for the first time. (The photos for that entry were lost in the wp-images crash, and they’re not on this computer to re-upload.)

Well…I ended up ripping that sock for two reasons. 1—the jog in colors because I’d never used it before and didn’t start in the right place was driving me nuts. And 2—the short kid kept saying “That sock’s for me, right, Mom? You’re knitting a sock for me, right? Right? Rightrightright?”

So the self-striping sock experiment continues, now in a new and improved, colors-in-line, smaller sized version. I just finished the gusset area, which is a huge relief because I love turning the heel…hate hate hate the gusset.

So instead of knitting him a new pair of fisherman’s wet mittens like I should be (there are no better mittens on the planet for snow-loving little kids), I’m knitting him socks that are going to gain him no small amount of ridicule from his older brother and dad. Luckily, the short kid has the personality to pull of funky socks. The other guys don’t. White Hanes.

Now, if only the writing were going half as well as the knitting.