WIP: A norange pair of socks
… Or ‘how to make a pair of socks your other half won’t want’.
When I was 7 years old I had a teacher called Mr Vic Gibson. He was young, cool, had a motorbike, a screw-in tooth and a metal bolt in his leg (both courtesy of the motorbike). He also used to love noranges. It became a class running joke for someone to point at his lunch on the edge of the desk and ask ‘what’s that, sir?’, to which he’d reply ‘a norange’. Sometime he’d have a napple, but usually it was a norange.
So, I when I saw the most norangey yarn my eyes had ever beheld, I had to have it.

A norangey yarn -Schoppe-Wolle Admiral Ombré in Orange Henna
I had been anticipating casting off the Warden Bay socks just so that I could start knitting with this lovely ball of yarn, and so about 20 seconds after I kitchenered shut the last few stitches on the stripy blue socks I found myself casting on for a new pair. My needles didn’t even get a chance to cool down.
But wait. What always happens with socks I make for myself? About 30% of the way through the knitting, the Eskimister will start cooing ‘oooh, they’re nice…’ At about 50% of the way to completion they’ll be ‘really, really nice’, and at about 80% they’ll be ‘the best socks ever!’ and are bound to belong to him.
So, I have set about making the pair of socks I have deemed least likely to fall foul of sock theft. They are worked toe-up, so are a departure from my usual top-down sock knitting. I have deviated from the pattern as given to do away with using Judy’s magic cast-on (of which I know there are many fans, I just don’t enjoy the knitting of Judy’s magic cast on, especially on DPNs) and instead have started with my usual neat, smooth short row toe:

Short row toe
The pattern notes inform me that these socks feature an ‘interesting’ gusset construction, so I’ll be the judge of that when I get to it! The short row toe and ‘interesting’ gusset are not enough on their own to spurn the sock hoarding advances of the eskimister, though. No, for that we need oodles of swirls and lace:

Lace socks. For ME. ME, ME, ME. Mimi.
So, I was a fool to think that a simple picot cuff would scare off my live-in sock monster, but I’m betting that these socks are just one bright, lacy step too far…





























