It’s true. I picked up this yarn on my birthday (way back in March) to make some yummy socks for me. The birthday was a great day. I was in Colorado visiting BFF Juli and I was able to get me some Pink and Baby Pink just a few days before. I had already been to a bookstore and was able to drag little Miss Sophia to a yarn store.
I figured if I could get to a bookstore AND a yarnstore on my birthday than I would be one happy girl. Not only did I get to both but I also received a book from the store as a gift and I purchased yarn from the store – even better. (For the curious – The book was Gilead: A Novel by Marilynne Robinson, and I enjoyed it!)
I started reading right away and started knitting on the socks. (I actually spent the money to buy new needles JUST so I could cast on during this trip.)
At that point in my knitting career I had taken months to get through just one itty bitty PORTION of a project. So it took awhile to get to turning the heel on these suckers.
And when I did I realized that – I. HAD. FORGOTTEN. HOW. TO. KNIT. Specifically, I had forgotten how to ssk. In fact, the abbreviation was so foreign to my head that I could not even begin to remember what it stood for.
It was the strangest thing ever. I couldn’t get over it. No memory. Gone. Lost to the ether.
In the end I ran upstairs, grabbed a reference book, and looked it up.
I ssk’d on and here is the finished product.
Not bad for a brain left behind, huh?