In Broadford on Skye, is The Handknitter Having Fun shop. I often find astounding deals of wool there. This year, since socks were my travel project, as if often the case, socks yarn was top of mind. And for another reason as well—I lost a just finished sock on an Edinburgh tram.
We time our visits to Skye to coincide with the climbing
season. This year we were a week later than usual. I expected it to be warmer
than it was two years ago when I brought long-johns and wished for t-shirts. This
year the opposite was true. It was cold, rainy and blustery. I on one hike I
was wearing almost everything I owned, soaked through and got blown off my feet
by a gust of wind.
Not to say the trip was a bust—not so! I was there for rest and the weather gave me time for knitting and a bit of shopping. I picked up three beautiful sock skeins and started another pair of socks, having brought two projects for the trip. Here are the three skeins which seem to be color inspired by the location.
Can’t wait to see how the socks turn out. Too bad they take
so long to knit!
NOTE TO SELF: hand dyed—don’t use different skeins and expect them to look like the belong together. This said, in spite of cutting the skein in half and caking it in reverse, the Schoppel-Wolle Zauberball® socks I started are variegating in the most peculiar fashion. Even if I make that mistake, it won’t be *this* different.
I love travel. It’s a good thing, given I travel 33-50% for my work. This means I also like being at home when I have time off.
My husband has a love of Scotland that comes from his youth in the South of England. His father took him to the Isle of Skye when he was fifteen and every year or so, we go back. And for me, it’s all about the hiking and the wool.
The project I brought was a pair of socks using Knitpicks Felici in Stormy Sky (fitting for Scotland). It was a special striped run I’d picked some up at Stitches West last year. And I was so excited to finally use it and hopeful my husband would have a spare pair of socks for hiking.
We used Edinburgh as our basecamp for the trip. We only passed through the city—several times as we came and went from visiting friends and family in Southern England before we headed to Skye. I was just reinforcing a heel when our stop came and I thought I’d safely tucked the sock away, but when we got to the hotel, I was one sock short.
Yes. I did cry. But then I immediately picked up my needles and cast-on another pair.
You gotta get back on that horse and ride it! Am I right?