You can’t make me knit socks…

but I seem to have knit a lot of them.

One of the cool things about living in Portland is having Powell’s City of Books right here. It’s the largest used and new bookstore in the United States, covering a full city block. The kids and I went there yesterday to sell several years’ accumulation of excess bookage. We came out with $190. Only $42 of it was mine. I restrained myself in the very well-stocked knitting section, and bought one book. It’s Sensational Knitted Socks by Charlene Schurch.

I still don’t consider myself a sock knitter, but I seem to have knit a lot of socks, and designed some, too! So I thought I’d learn about some alternate construction techniques. I really want to try a toe-up sock with a heel stitch flap *under* the heel, because that’s where my socks wear out. But you can’t make me give up my dpns. No magic loop or two circulars for me; I’m big on that knitting with sticks, Little House on the Prairie experience.

My other favorite sock book is Folk Socks by Nancy Bush. I love all the heel and toe options and explanations, along with the beautiful patterns.

I won’t tell you how many other sock books I have. Because I’m not a sock knitter. Really.

4 responses to “You can’t make me knit socks…

  1. If I lived near Powell’s, I’d have to go into knitbook rehab. Fortunately (or unfortunately) living in the Yarn Deprivation Zone has tempered my book buying habit quite a bit, until our LYS’s last selection of books arrived. Since the dollar exchange rate is lower than low, I figured one little book couldn’t hurt and it’s one I’ve wanted to buy for ages. When I got home I realized I’d just spent the equivalent of $60 for a $25 book. As Forrest Gump said, “…and that’s all I have to say about that!”

  2. I’m not a sock knitter either. Please tell that to the 36384756 skeins of sock yarn in my stash.

  3. I’ve been intending to come visit portland – if I’m up your way I’ll be sure to stop by your LYS and say hello!

  4. Hey you won (co-won) the Haiku contest! I’m so jealous that you got to go to Powell’s for books and extremely proud of you for sticking to one section. So did I but in my one time there in less than five minutes I already had nearly ten cookbooks and told my husband to get me out of there! It’s a very dangerous place for anyone with a passion for something, coupled with a passion for books!

    Fred Astaire once sang “I don’t dance, don’t ask me…” I don’t knit. But I very much appreciate the work of those who do. Dee (cookingwithdee)