Flint Knits

I heard the complaints about color pooling. I understood. But I never felt the pain of it until I knit these socks.

The part of me that (kind of) learned to like Noro appreciates how they bring to mind a mossy tree, with deep brown/greens growing organically in patches that interrupt the lavender.

The rest of me thinks they look like a pair of perfectly good purple socks that someone wiped mud on.

Either way, I do love them for their stitch pattern, for the fun of knitting them, and for the defense they provided yesterday against the Minnesota “spring.” If they had been a gift, I would have scrapped the whole thing 10 rows in. But for me? I’m not too proud to wear blotchy socks.

I loved the feel and the tight twist of the Jitterbug. But I don’t know whether I’d choose something this widely varigated for socks again. I have been burned. My next pair of socks — my first using the magic loop technique — is in a nearly-solid green (details to come.)

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