This pair of socks, which has been on the needles forever, got finished Friday night. I bought the yarn when we were in Norway. When I look at it I think of icy blue water and fjords. I close my eyes and see the abandoned farms high up on the cliffs. Farms where they used to raise apricots and goats and had to tether the children so they would not fall from the cliffs.
Some people like their socks to match perfectly. Not me. In fact, I generally try to make sure that I am starting at a different spot in a striping pattern yarn, just so they won't be the same.
I am also a fan of using reinforcing yarn on the heel areas. That is the spot that tends to wear out first on my socks. Likely these will last long enough that I can wear them when sister and I set sail again on the Hurtigruten when I am seventy. We will travel above the Arctic circle to see the northern lights.
The completion of this pair means I am officially ready for corduroy and Birkenstock weather to begin. The season of sitting in front of the fireplace on Saturday morning instead of going to the farmers market. Looking out the windows at the cold and being glad for the warm cup between my hands.
Finishing a project always feels good. The only thing better, is casting on another pair. Letting the needles fly so you can see just exactly what kind of striping you are going to get out of the yarn. The simple satisfaction of making.