Bloom Lake Socks
Got home from camping a couple hours ago. It was blissfully relaxing, filled with lots of knitting, good food, and great company. Of course I can’t show you most of this because pictures? What are those?
As of Friday morning I was half done with the foot of the second sock. We got up to camp around 4:30 that afternoon, and spent the evening around the campfire. By Saturday morning I was starting on the gusset:
I’m not sure what the yellow flower is, but the pinky-red ones are called Indian Paintbrush. My Dad picked me the flowers so I could have a pretty picture. He’s a great guy.
There were also Day Lilies around our camp.
And huckleberries too. I feel compelled to brag that for breakfast on Saturday morning we had pancakes with fresh picked huckleberries, made over the campfire on a griddle.
As of this morning, the socks look like this:
That’s right, I finished them!
Yesterday I knit and knit and knit, and they were completed around dusk. I’m naming them Bloom Lake socks, after the campground we stayed at. It’s amazing what you can get done when there are no distractions like the computer or TV.
One sock had already been blocked, which is why the tops appear mismatched. They’ll look the same shortly. I would have modeled them for you but I had icky dirty camping feet and a horrifying number of mosquito bites I was trying to ignore. There are seven bites on my right foot and five on my left.
Bloom Lake socks. Made with Blue Moon Fiber Arts Socks that Rock in Dutch Canyon and size 1 1/2 needles.