It's been forever since I finished a knitting project, and I still have several things that I've started but never finished, but I was feeling the bug to do a little project. I get a little fidgety at family gatherings, and knitting is a good way to pass the time.
Little knitting that gets done quickly is especially gratifying after not finishing anything in forever, and Matthew has been pestering me forever to make him some socks.
I figured this "bumblebee yarn" (from Opal, but I believe the colorway is discontinued) was the perfect thing to go with his Transformer fixation (to those of you who don't have small transformer-obsessed people in your house and have no idea what I'm talking about, Bumblebee is usually in the top three of the "favorite Transformer list" for most of these small people).
Anyway, I didn't use a specific pattern for these, but the sock instructions from Yarn Harlot's Knitting Rules were very helpful. The magic formula for Matthew, who is a slightly skinny but otherwise normal-sized five-year-old, seems to be 44 stitches on size 2 dpns.
I originally tried the method from 2-at-a-Time Socks, where you knit two socks on one really long circular needle. Honestly, that was about the most ridiculous, tangled mess that I have ever encountered in all my time knitting. I definitely don't recommend that book at all! I had it figured out and kept plugging away at it thinking it would speed up eventually, but once I realized that I could have knit an entire sock in the time it took me to untangle two inches worth of cuffs, I ripped the whole thing out and went back to dpns. I'd rather deal with one-sock-syndrome any day than that mess.
So, once I switched back to my usual way of getting socks done, I finished these in less time than the number of days he's been wearing them since. I keep telling him that you're kindof supposed to wash socks after you wear them for a day, but I keep finding him in them, so I guess that means he likes them.
His favorite thing is that they are really slippery on our wood floor, which is all well and good until he slips and lands on your foot and your pinkie toenail turns black. I'm just saying.