You can’t graft sock toes on a train, even one as smooth as the IC from Frankfurt to Salzburg that stops in Heidelberg at 0914.
In retrospect, this should have been obvious. The train speeds along at close to 200km/hr and I am comfortably sitting with my feet propped and the Chameleon SOM-Hope propped in my lap.
Did I mention that I had changed the design so that the cables neatly meet together in the middle, right before the end of the toe?
The train zigs, I zag. Leaving me to carefully pick up several stitches that manage to escape down several rows. My tiny crochet hook is at home. That fact that the yarn is a lovely, soft, non-slippery bamboo-merino may have been the only thing that saved me from extensive reconstruction of that toe.
But doesn’t it look really nice?
I was on the train to Sonthofen to attend a conference held at the Allgäuer Stern. My choice had been a nasty drive, or a comfortable 3 1/2 hour train ride with only one change; in Ulm.
The snow came late to the Allgäu this year. Like much of the rest of Germany, it has rained, causing economic hardship in this area known for skiing. From the hotel it was obvious that the snow had finally arrived.
I was able to knit about 1/2 of the second Falling Leaves sock out of BMFA Scottish Heather getting the heel flap completed on the way down. I finished it up on the way back. I used a tighter guage on the second sock to see if I could get striping rather than pooling on the leg. [Pattern: Falling Leaves, ~60 stitches on 2,5mm needles).
. And yes, I knew better than to mess with the toe, just placing the last live stitches on yarn till I graft in a non-moving location.
The fourth baby sweater has only 5 cm on the last sleeve and the hand sewing to be complete. I have one more now to do, but I am going to find a different pattern.
Miss Marple is finished. I had brought along N or M? which is also by Agatha Christie. It is out of her Tommy & Tuppence series and I did not care for it at all. I had a similar reaction to A Postern of Fate. At the time I blamed it on the reader, but now I think it is a matter of style and characters which I find so stupid, unbelievable and flat that I will skip any others.
I also had packed McNally’s Trial, only to find it was a CD set. And me without a CD player.