A Bluestocking Knits

Finished the socks yesterday morning, and blocked them, although I couldn’t help wearing them around the house for a few hours first.

As I’ve said, I used the sizing in Ann Budd’s Handy Book of Patterns, which is set up perfectly to accommodate a variety of sizes, including my rather expansive feet — I used the Men’s L size for the width, shortened to the length of my own size eights.

The Cherry Tree Hill Supersock is lovely, very soft to work with, and it softened even more with the first wash.  It did turn the water quite blue, so I added a bit of vinegar to the rinse just in case.

As I mentioned before, I had to nudge the Spanish Moss’ color shifts a little — well, rather a lot, as it turned out.  After the third time of ripping the second sock down to the cast-on, I decided that slipping a purl stitch now and then (thereby gaining a millimeter or two of color) was enough to keep the pink lightning-bolt effect at bay.  This had the disadvantage of loosening the ribbing slightly, and making the whole thing look just a bit knobbly, but it did help the color shifts marvellously.  It doesn’t match the first sock — and I just let it go after turning the heel, so the two feet are quite different, but I’ve decided to look at this as a quirk, not a flaw!

To use an Olympic metaphor — and why not? — the first sock was like speed skating, as it raced smoothly around the curves and straightaways, and the second sock was like curling, with lots of frantic sweeping back-and-forth to get the thing to go where I wanted it.

So Sock Team USA and Team Ann Budd cross the finish line with a flourish! and here is a celebratory seed cake for Team Tea —

Seed Cake

2 cups/225g flour
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
3/4 cup/175g butter, at room temperature, plus extra for the pan
3/4 cup/175g sugar
3 large eggs, at room temperature
1/4 cup/75ml milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
3 teaspoons caraway seeds
3/4 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon cloves
a dash of mace

Preheat the oven to 350° F/180° C.  Butter and flour an 8 1/2-inch/18cm loaf pan or an 8-inch/18cm round cake pan, or butter and line the pan with parchment paper.

Sift together the flour and baking powder.  Cream the butter and sugar until light and fluffy, then beat in the eggs, one at a time.  Gradually stir in the flour, mixing carefully.  Add the milk and vanilla, then the caraway seeds and spices.  (The batter will be heavy.)

Pour into the prepared pan, and smooth the top.  Bake for 50 to 60 minutes, or until a skewer inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean.

Cool in the pan for 10 minutes, then turn out onto a rack to cool completely.

Makes 1 loaf or 1 round cake.  This is a lovely, rather dense cake, very popular with the Victorians although versions of it have been around since at least the 16th century.  Caraway seeds may seem a strange choice to those of us who are more used to that taste in pickles, but here the spices combine with the seeds to make a cake that is rich but not overly sweet.  Spread the slices with butter, if you like, or eat them plain, with tea whenever possible.

This is the first Olympics in a while that I’ve actually gotten to watch a lot of the events — an added benefit of the Knitting Olympics!  Last night was the finals of the men’s figure skating.  Of course NBC saved that until the very last, so I was up until 11:30.  (I must wonder aloud here why NBC went to all the trouble of getting the great Dick Button to do commentary on the skating and then put three other commentators with him.  I don’t have anything against the others, but are four really necessary?!)

This fellow, Evgeni Plushenko of Russia,

was the favorite to win, and he did eventually, but I must confess that my sympathies were elsewhere.  It’s hard to find fault with someone who says that he owes everything to his mom and dad, but I would rather watch the skaters who dance as well as skate, who are actually listening to their music as they skate, who don’t just "connect the dots," as one of the commentators said.  Plushenko was good, obviously, but he didn’t thrill me.  I’m lucky in that I can be completely subjective — I don’t have to make my "judgements" according to the rules book, I can give good marks to costumes as well as skating, I don’t have to pick just one winner! 

There’s a lot of flash on the ice in the men’s competition this year.  Johnny Weir had a beautiful short program, with lovely lines as in this sit spin,

but unfortunately he lost a lot of steam in the long program and turned in a disappointing performance.  This —

is not a very flattering photograph of Stephane Lambiel of Switzerland, but there was not a better one at Torino 2006 (I like to credit the photos that I snatch off the internet, so am collecting these all from the same source for that reason).  I confess that my heart skipped a little beat whenever he was on, although Stephane, Stephane, the tiger costume thing, oh dear!  Still, he did skate very well, with interesting choreography albeit inconsistent in execution.

Lambiel won the silver, and Jeffrey Buttle of Canada got the bronze medal —

another who seemed to actually enjoy what he was doing on the ice, to skate as if he loved it and felt it in his heart as well as doing the required moves (fellow Canadian Shawn Sawyer will also be one to watch in coming years).

Matthew Savoie of the United States placed only seventh in the final standings, but will I hope go far in men’s skating — he has a very elegant form and presentation, very graceful to see.

And in knitting news, I started the second sock again.  I really want to love these socks, and even my indulgent eye thought that the flashing was too much.  I rewound what remained in the ball and started again from the other end, but the flashing was pretty much the same — I tried wrapping the yarn twice on a purl stitch now and then, but ended up with a kind of checkerboard — I pulled the whole thing out and started a third time about two inches further along in the color scheme.  There is still some pooling, but it is not as obvious, as the teals and pinks don’t line up quite as much as they did before.  I had thought that I would just "let the yarn be", and not try to force it one way or another, but I might just nudge it a little….