I promise I won’t go on about the heat much longer.
Greyhounds do sensible things when it’s hot. They stroll down to the river and cool their heels. Smart creatures.
Other, more deluded souls, knit scarves.
Woolly wintry socks for their children.
Who make appreciative noises and even model them graciously, despite it being a blisteringly hot day. (He’s the eldest; he strives to please). Note I didn’t model my scarf. I’m the parent and don’t need to please anyone.
This is why I knit socks for my boys. Because bought ones don’t work. Can you see the brand emblazoned boldly across what remains of the bottom of these socks?
They’re less than six months old.
Vital statistics (not of the crappy Holeproof socks):
Scarf: knitted in a simple garter stitch from chenille cotton yarn, blogged about here. Cath, have you knitted up your chenille yet?
Socks: 2.25mm dpns, using the very basic Opal Sock Pattern. The yarn however is Lincraft sock yarn.
Oh yeah, that hot day on which I finished both the socks and scarf? I also made two litres of the world’s greatest chicken stock (says she, modestly). Because there’s nothing quite like a huge pot simmering away for hours on a summer’s day, is there?