My boyfriend is a vampire

I’m fundamentally a selfish knitter. Yes, I like making stuff for people I love, but to be honest I’m always so happy when I can go back to knitting for myself. I’m not even sorry. That’s why, after months of knitting presents, I was glad to finally start working on these socks. I don’t normally…

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For the fourth time

Taylor’s Orange Toe-Up Socks has become my go-to pattern when it comes to knitting socks for men in a thicker yarn. This is why I can’t say much about these socks that I haven’t said before here and here except that this is the first time I actually knit them in two colours as intended! Since…

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Wait, these two socks don’t look the same!

There’s something so enjoyable about plain vanilla socks. I think it’s part nostalgia: I remember when my Grandma was teaching me how to knit my first pair of socks. We were sitting in her dining room, I was knitting in her old armchair where she used to read to me when I was little, and…

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Who knew sock knitting was such an adventure?

Meike of Schnitterling, Patricia and I have been meeting up weekly for a knitting evening the last few months. It’s been extremely fun knitting together while drinking tea, eating cookies and watching the guys play videogames. (Apparently we like our conservative gender roles.) (Just kidding, I have played like 112 hours of Witcher 2 according…

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Bellatrix Colours for Cookie A’s Devon Socks

Since I can’t bring myself to gift my godchild the Barbie merchandise she’d surely love, I gave her a knitting doll and started teaching her how to use it. This requires me to actually spent time with her as opposed to just throwing things at her, which I feel is the most satisfying and rewarding…

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Sometimes sock knitting is what my brain needs to take a break from uni panic.

Dearest blog, I would like to apologize sincerely for the criminal way in which I neglected you. Please don’t be mad at me! That one paper was eating me alive, and then I had this work thing in Vienna, and then uni started again and demanded all my attention. Bad uni, shame on you! But…

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