Monday, March 19, 2007
Tea Socks for the Mad Hatter
In honor of Eunny Jang's ascendency to the editorship of Interweave Knits, out of the nearly million and one projects I have on needles, some of which will be finished, some of which, eh, not so sure, here are my Entrelac Socks.
I was attracted to these socks as soon as I saw them - and I couldn't put my finger on exactly why. I never wear knee socks, I'm not the hugest fan of the toe-up method, and when I knit in Koigu, I tend to use a multi. However, after I cast-on, I realized what it was that tickled me about these socks - everything about them screams youth.
I'm 37, soon to be 38. Not old by any stretch of the imagination. However, there are certain things that I can't, and shouldn't do anymore. I can't wear my hair down to my butt, ever again. I must always wear a bra. I can't wear jeans that are slung too low, exposing what shouldn't see daylight under any circumstances. Blue eye shadow is not such a good idea. Blue mascara is even worse. I could go on - but we all know there are crazy fads and trends out there that are best left to the Generation Whateverytheyares of the day. And, sadly, I think I cannot wear court jester-like knee socks as well.
After I cast-on, and began knitting together base triangles, I started thinking of the knitting as eating up stitches - the stitches of one triangle eat the stitches from the next triangle. Then, I started thinking about Ms. Pacman - it was kind like playing Pacman - and I imagined a little circle face happily chomping on stitches. Tee hee, I thought, these socks are silly - whimsical, but silly. I stopped knitting and I took a good look at them, imagined them finished. I had visions of Alice in Wonderland, live chess players running across a board, all wearing diamond tights. I saw circus performers, magicians, and, sigh, I saw girls in high school wearing these knee socks, with cute clogs, and denim skirts. So, while it would be nice to sit down and have a conversation with a Cheshire Cat, wearing Koigu entrelac socks, I don't think these are for me.
So, experience tells me, I'm not gonna finish these socks. But, I still love them, in the same way that I loved my high top sneakers, my friendship beads, and my Welcome Back Kotter lunch box. And, even though Eunny maybe doesn't have the most publishing experience under her belt, hopefully, her sensibilities, taste and talent, will bring some magic to the pages of Interweave, and I'm willing to follow her white rabbit, at least for now, whereever it will take us.