Limericks and Odes to Knitting
I got Robert to light the woodstove so that we could have a roast dinner from the lower oven. We have had it and it was lovely. I have now got a percolator sittijng on top and bubbling away with some coffee.The kitchen is very warm and it is at the heart of the house so it's cosy for the colder days.
The sock looks like it is pink, blue and white. It is really ruby, emerald, sapphire and amethyst! I'm thrilled with it and every ten rows on this sock, I do two rows on the red sock. I don't want that "forgot about it" look for the red sock and that ridge where the stitches have been left on the needle for too long.
I shall post a more realistic colour next time. It has been very rewarding doing the dyeing and then seeing it knit up so well. I can't wait to do more but must be careful not to enhance the stash too much, without realistic plans for items to knit.
There was an old teacher whose knitting
was, not always very well fitting.
So she cast on some socks
from stash in her box
and made plenty from where she was sitting!
Cheers to all, how about some more knitting limericks or even an ode to sock knitting? I'd organise a competition but I dont have the computer skills. Anyone want to join in. I'll do my best to do my share
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I'm not clever enough for limericks but I love this Pablo Neruda poem, "Ode to a pair of socks" from Odes to Common Things
Maru Mori brought me
a pair
of socks
that she knit with her
shepherd's hands.
Two socks as soft
as rabbit fur.
I thrust my feet
inside them
as if they were
two
little boxes
knit
from threads
of sunset
and sheepskin.
My feet were
two woolen
fish
in those outrageous socks,
two gangly,
navy-blue sharks
impaled
on a golden thread,
two giant blackbirds,
two cannons:
thus
were my feet
honored
by
those
heavenly
socks.
They were
so beautiful
I found my feet
unlovable
for the very first time,
like two crusty old
firemen, firemen
unworthy
of that embroidered
fire,
those incandescent
socks.
Nevertheless
I fought
the sharp temptation
to put them away
the way schoolboys
put
fireflies in a bottle,
the way scholars
hoard
holy writ.
I fought
the mad urge
to lock them
in a golden
cage
and feed them birdseed
and morsels of pink melon
every day.
Like jungle
explorers
who deliver a young deer
of the rarest species
to the roasting spit
then wolf it down
in shame,
I stretched
my feet forward
and pulled on
those
gorgeous
socks,
and over them
my shoes.
So this is
the moral of my ode:
beauty is beauty
twice over
and good things are doubly
good
when you're talking about a pair of wool
socks
in the dead of winter.
By Taphophile, At 1:50 AM
What a fabulous limerick and the socks are absolutely beautiful. Some dyeing is definately on my to-do list now.
By Heide, At 7:07 AM
The self-dyed, self-striping yarn is very impressive!! I like your plan for not forgetting about the red sock too. I have little bargains with myself for my multiple projects in order to not leave anyone out...
By Lori, At 8:49 AM
We had an old kitty named Ratfat who would actually try and climb into the woodstove while we were refueling it. He was almost blind and 20 and we were constantly having to pat out embers on his fur. To this day my parents still heat their home with a woodstove and we affectionately call it the "butt magnet" because everyone converges around it in the mornings and warms their... anyway. To cut and paste you simply select and highlight all that you wish to copy. While this is still highlighted you right mouse click. An option to "copy" will come up. Choose "copy" then later when you are back in the desired location right mouse click again and choose "paste". All that you copied will appear.
By Heide, At 6:50 AM
Hmm Not sure if I am up to a limerick yet. Will have to think about it.
Perhaps saw what we had in our fire the other day. Completely freaked out my DP. He had just put a match to the paper when a bird appeared out of the chimmey!! It took a bit of getting out of the fire minus a few singled feathers!!
By Beverley, At 5:15 PM
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