
These are the socks I made for Mother's Day, out of Schaefer Anne. Now, everyone I've talked to, or whose blog I've read, or whose review I've seen, has raved about this yarn, and it is beautiful. That I can't deny. It's colorful without being loud, the variation knit up is gorgeous, and the yarn itself is smooth and soft, belying the nylon content even in the skein. But it wasn't the greatest yarn since sliced bread. It is, in fact, only yarn. Oh, the dissappointment of reality. I think the mohair isn't really my thing. For socks, it makes them a little less springy and stretchy and led to a protacted, at times rather snitty, fight with a just-barely-too-tight cast-on that I had to re-do. That being said, my mom loved them and put them on top of the pile of socks I've knit her that sits on her dresser. For more photos and details, go here.
The only other things I knit while in school were the navy blue towels, perfectly mindless for my preoccupied brain, but not all that exciting to photograph, or blog. Soon, unemployment knitting!