I see my story yesterday got your attention. Before I tell you how I happened upon Clessidra we have to have a discussion about Socks.
I have a serious thing about knitting socks. I will admit that it verges on an obsession. I have knit a lot of socks. I wear them, I knit them for family and I advocate for others to knit them. The summit of sock knitting for me is kneesocks. Well fitting and stylish to be worn with a skirt. Forget that I never wear skirts. With the right kneesocks I might. Hey a girl can fantasize.
In March of 2007 I was looking at Knitty, a particularly good sock issue with bmp, queen of cups and my dream socks: Clessidra. I remember it like it was yesterday. I looked at the pattern, a lot. I could picture myself wearing the socks with a navy blue skirt and a nice hand knit cardigan.
I finally cast on the socks and knit them on and off for a few months. I talked about them quite a bit on the blog. I had some nice things to say and some not so nice things to say. After that they were never heard from again. I had given up and deposited them in the UFO bin.
They’re still my favorite ever sock pattern. The highest point on the mountain that I have not reached with my sock knitting.
Maybe we aren’t always meant to reach the summit. Maybe that goal is just out of reach so that we will continue to aspire to it. Maybe I’ll try again, fresh, with different yarn and the knitting knowledge I have gained in the almost ten years since I cast these on originally. It’s good to have a dream.