You say Fuddy-Duddy, I say…Traditionalist.

Apparently, there are some people in my house who think I’m a stick-in-the-mud. Moi? That’s absurd. I can be exciting. Adventurous. Daring. I can live on near somehwere in the vicinity of the edge. Just the other day I cut the tag off my new pillow. I even started a pair of socks, two at a time, on two circs.

Aren’t they lovely? That’s absolutely scrumptious handspun BFL from my friend Meri at HandSpun by SweetKnits (Go ahead, I’ll wait here while you drool over the handspun) It’s dyed in the perfectly named Snowmen at Night, by Selah. (An aside – have you read the book Snowmen at Night? So. Cute.) I am in love with this yarn, it’s a treat to knit with. Watching the color develop, without any jarring changes because of how well the handspun is well, spun; it’s so much fun.

Only, I really hate working two socks on two circs. Really, really hate it. It’s a tangle of needles, balls, yarn flying everywhere. Sure, I suppose it’s great because I’ll have two socks finished at the same time (instead of struggling through Second Sock Syndrome) but – ugh I just can’t get into a groove like this. Fiddling with the circs, always switching and fussing with which needle I should be using.

So, I’m admitting defeat. I’m a traditionalist. Handknit socks are meant to be made on double pointed needles. The way they’ve been made for centuries. Maybe that makes me a fuddy-duddy an old-fashioned knitter. I’m okay with that.

The socks and I are much happier now.