I’m up to the final stage of the ugliest sock ever.
It’s called grafting, or Kitchener stitch.
(Actually, let’s call it grafting…because ‘Kitchener’ stitch is named after some man who, during one of the wars, taught people (women and children I imagine) how to do the stitch so that they could make socks for soldiers at war. Now, he was probably a really nice guy, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t invent the stitch, I don’t know if it was a man or a woman who invented it, but women have been ‘responsible’ for things like knitting for a while as far as I know and I am just a little worried that this might be a case of a man getting credit for a woman’s invention…so, let’s go with grafting.
Interesting side note. I was on the train out to the country with some friends one day and the ticket inspector walked past and stopped and said he used to knit socks as a kid, but that he would hand them to his mum to turn the heel and finish them off…)
It’s not that hard, but each time I do it I have to learn how to do it again.
And, of course, when I did it on my worst sock ever it kind of went haywire at the end and I was unhappy with it so I undid it to do again and then I dropped a bunch of stitches and it became remarkably complex to get back to where I needed to be to have another go at grafting.
The women in the Youtube video has this little saying to help you remember how to do the graft. Starting with the front needle…knit off, purl on, then to the back needle…Purl off, knit on…
I think I might have to accept that this sock is going to be awkward at every stage.
So, grafting – let’s do this.
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