I finished the Globe Trotter socks back in November, but it took me a while to get some decent pictures and get them uploaded to the computer, so I am a bit late in celebrating the victory of the socks that would not end. The socks weren’t a difficult knit, and they were zipping along quite handily once I got through the first half sock, so the blame for the extremely long time they took to be completed needs to rest squarely where it belongs, on the shoulders of the stupid, stupid sock yarn. Seriously, Paton’s Kroy, I am looking at you. I chose the Paton’s Kroy because it is a nice, everyday yarn at a reasonable price. That price becomes unreasonable when you get finished with the first sock and realize you are going to need a third ball. At six dollars a ball, needing three of ‘em to complete a pair of men’s medium socks means it cost eighteen dollars and I might as well have bought a fancier brand of yarn with better yardage. Then, to add insult to injury, it took me nine months find another ball of plain gray sock yarn.
Gray.
Plain.
Seriously?
Every Micheal’s in town was out of the gray for months. They could still be out of it for all I know – I ended up finding it at a yarn store I don’t often frequent because it is really, seriously off the beaten path. Now I could have ordered it online, but then to add shipping to my six dollar purchase would have seriously irked me, and then I would have had to order more yarn to justify the shipping costs – and I am on a yarn diet. Except for souvenir yarn. And birthday yarn. And Christmas yarn. Everyone knows those don’t count.
So here they are, in all their glory. They have been gifted, they have been photographed and celebrated and there might have even been a little wine drunk in their honour.
They have even been worn.










