Comfort food foot
I finished my Kai-Mei socks last night. Hours in front of the TV helped, because when what you’re watching is emotional, like the 9-11 memorials yesterday were, knitting is a comfort.
Part of it’s the rhythm, which is simple and timeless. But part is the material. I confess it. I’m a fiber snob. I mean, I understand the value of acrylics when it comes to some baby things, and certainly the cost can’t be beat. But if life is about the process, I want natural and fine. I want soft, not scratchy. I want organic. Wool, alpaca, cotton, silk – any of those will do – but if a yarn has even a whiff of cashmere, I’m in love.
My Kai-Meis have cashmere.
Kai-Mei is a Cookie A pattern that I started last November, then put aside to do Christmas hats for the nieces. I kept procrastinating about picking up these socks again – complicated pattern, too much concentration, required, yadda yadda – but I dug them out the Friday before Labor Day, determined. Like so many other dreaded things, the reality of picking up where I left off wasn’t so bad. And I had an incentive to finish, i.e., my monthly knitting group, which meets tonight.
The Kai-Meis are gorgeous. Take a look.
The yarn is a blend of merino, cashmire, and nylon, hand-dyed by Debbie Smith, who owns Iron Horse, my LYS. Now all we need is cool weather so I can wear them.