Well, I didn’t get the yellow socks added onto in time, so I had to take another tallish pair, some leftover yarn and a size 11 crochet hook with me on the caving weekend. (New entry about that can be found here). With a great deal of time on my hands, I spent some of the that time adding onto the socks. I had planned on doing it the same way as before, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember HOW! It looks to be:
two rows of sc
1) sc, ch4, sk3 around
2) 3dc’s in sc, sc in ch sp,
3) sc in 2nd dc of previous row, ch4
The internet, while free at the caravan park, wasn’t the best, so I didn’t get a chance to take a great look at the picture. So I had to improvise. First I thought I’d done 3dc, in 1st sc, ch2, sc in next sc, ch2 around. But that didn’t ‘fit’ with the stitches, so I frogged that and started again. I made a couple of attempts, but eventually just went with a ‘granny’ stitch of 2dc, ch2 around, with the next row being 2dc in the ch2 sp, ch2, etc. It worked out perfectly fine, if not overly decorative. It also took maybe an hour, including the mucking about trying to remember how I did the originals, rather than the 6 hours I’ve spent on the knitted tops. I’ve seen (somewhere) that someone is knooking socks, and I think that would be a brilliant way to add length, but I don’t have the tools to do that. It looks like I can improvise though! Another DIY attempt. Knooked socks (gorgeous color). I might have a play about later – perhaps on the cabled tunisian hooks I have.
The added onto socks served perfectly well in the cave, neither getting eaten or being a nuisance. The new shoes I bought for caves also held up. The overalls STILL aren’t adjusted, and that shits me. There is a lady at the local neighbourhood house who does alterations for 5$ an hour, so I think I will have to invest more money into them. If I take one torso stripe out that might be good. It grates that the sizing on these tells me they would fit much better than they do. I’d get the next size down, but I don’t know if they would fit any better. Nope, this is disheartening. I’ll give up.
The Man and I spent the weekend (I won’t say together) at Mole Creek to facilitate his trip to the cave I was knitting the socks for. I had a lovely view of the mountain for most of Saturday, which I spent a bit of time looking at, watching the shadows over the hill. Saturday night it rained, but interestingly it didn’t on the other side of the mountain.