Super Glitz for Denise in Martha's Vineyard colorway...what fun to have them end up so incredibly soft and luxurious!
Woolly Tones
15 years ago
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An ongoing account of the trials and tribulations...not to mention the joys...of knitting socks (and lots of other things!) by hand.
On my needles
- irtfa'a faroese
- Lacey Madeira Scarf
- Maple Leaf scarf (2) (still!)
- Falling Leaves socks
- Lovefest Thrown Squares
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2005
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January
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- Maureen's beautiful LL's Tuscanny in Everybody Wa...
- For Bea...Jaggerspun yarn in a Basketweave pattern
- For Jillisa using the Sock Calendar's Modern Roma...
- Chelsea's sweet socks using the Latvian pattern f...
- More LL for Lucinda
- Lorna's Laces for Bernice...I loved these socks!
- Super Glitz for Denise in Martha's Vineyard colorw...
- the Opal Inspirations I made for Ellen
- the gorgeous reggia's I made for my sister....I wa...
- Chelsea's socks...one of my firsts
- its' like christmas
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January
(11)
SOCKS PABLO NERUDA
Maru Mori brought me
a pair
of socks
that she knit with her
shepherd's hands.
Two socks as soft
as rabbit fur.
I thrust my feet
inside them
as if they were
two
little boxes
knit
from threads
of sunset
and sheepskin.
My feet were
two woolen
fish
in those outrageous socks,
two gangly,
navy‑blue sharks
impaled
on a golden thread,
two giant blackbirds,
two cannons:
thus
were my feet
honored
by
those
heavenly
socks.
They were
so beautiful
I found my feet
unlovable
for the very first time,
like two crusty old
firemen, firemen
unworthy
of that embroidered
fire,
those incandescent
socks.
Nevertheless
I fought
the sharp temptation
to put them away
the way schoolboys
put
fireflies in a bottle,
the way scholars
hoard
holy writ.
I fought
the mad urge
to lock them
in a golden
cage
and feed them birdseed
and morsels of pink melon
every day.
Like jungle
explorers
who deliver a young deer
of the rarest species
to the roasting spit
then wolf it down
in shame,
I stretched
my feet forward
and pulled on
those
gorgeous
socks,
and over them
my shoes.
So this is
the moral of my ode:
beauty is beauty
twice over
and good things are doubly
good
when you're talking about a pair of wool
socks
in the dead of winter.
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