I took two pictures in the past few days.
Awhile back, I bought two skeins of Regia Design Line by Kristen Nicholas (#3314). Each one is 50 grams. That's enough for a pair of regular socks in my size.
Since it has been so warm in these parts, I couldn't imagine knitting socks because gosh knows I won't wear full socks any time soon. I mean, I took one of those very accurate online questionnaires to determine whether or not I'm 100 percent "Southern Californian." I answered every, single question honestly (well, except for how many pair of flip-flops I own. I said 3 - 4 but the truth is, I probably have more) and it came back at I'm 100 percent "Southern Californian." Oy.
That said--and I'm not saying that knitting a brief-er version of socks isn't too unpalatable based on my workload at the moment--I decided to make little tennis-y socks. You know, the ones we used to wear with pompoms on the backs.
For all you young people, yes, we used to wear them. Well, come to think of it, I didn't, but my mom did. Not sure what the pompoms were for except for maybe keeping the little socklets from slipping down your heels and into the inside of your sneakers. Back in the day, by the way, one probably needed things like pompoms to keep things from slipping down. We were seriously in need of elastic-y things. I can't tell you about how many slips I lost during dances, but let's save those stories for later.
So, I knit the first sock. Then, I took a good look at the leftover yarn from that first skein. Hmmm. Then, I weighed the sock that I just finished knitting.
Twenty-four grams. Twenty-four grams with all the ends woven in and cut and discarded. Deep breath.
Next move: Grab remaining yarn and weigh it. I held my breath for two days because, dang it, wouldn't you know the 9-volt battery had died in the moments between weighing the first sock and weighing the remaining yarn?
And yes, I do have a non-digital scale I use for weighing flour and such for cooking but this one is sensitive enough for a yarny geek like me to eek out the exact weight whether in ounces or in grams!
I went to the store once and came back without a battery. Why? Me being me, I got to the checker and asked if they had the batteries because I had looked but did not find one and he said he could have someone look for one. I looked at the long line of unhappy faces waiting behind me and said very politely, "No thank you. I will return another time. It's not a rush." (As if.)
I ran home and inserted the new battery into unit. I weighed the remaining yarn. And this is what I got.
Twenty-four stinking grams.
You knitters know what this means.
I'm either going to have to dip into that second skein of yarn or I'm going to have to make one sock shorter than the other.
Whoever said that knitting wasn't suspenseful was lying.