I’m back! Due to the unusually excellent summer here in Yarn Cove, all non-essential indoor activities (ie. blogging) have been suspended for a while.
When weather around here co-operates, you have to drop the knitting, seize the moment, and take a hike up Signal Hill.
Signal Hill looms a steep 155 metres above St. John’s harbour, and it’s the most prominent landmark in the city.
I know it well – I worked summers at the Parks Canada National Historic Site there when I was at university. Walking and running up this hill has been part of my life for decades.
Of course, there is a knitting connection. Rayna Curtis, my knitting Obi-Wan Kenobi, has designed a stunning pattern of socks, called the Signal Hill socks.
The crisscrossing cables are inspired by the sign at the top of Signal Hill which points to cities all over the globe.
Parks Canada workers had to replace most of those arrows a while back after they were torn off by high winds.
So Signal Hill is spectacular, but not for the faint of heart. Kind of like the Signal Hill socks are for me.
Rayna set me up well, though – with a beautiful skein of hand dyed Tanis Fiber Arts Superwash Merino from her personal stash – and lots of encouragement and occasional emergency advice.
Like a hike up Signal Hill in high winds, this pattern requires my full concentration and skill.
I had to change my usual habit of knitting in front of the television, or in a waiting room, or in a car – basically any situation in which most people stare at their phones.
I knit the Signal Hill socks sitting upright at a table, with an overhead light on, the drapes wide open, using my full concentration.
I tried several methods of cabling – using a cable needles, cabling without needles, and I finally settled on a hybrid technique, in which I put the cable stitch on a stitch holder, then slid it back to the left needle for knitting.
There was lots of knitting, squinting, unravelling, knitting, squinting again, unravelling again, etc.
But like a hike up Signal Hill on a windy day, the sense of accomplishment I got when I reached the tops of the toes is as spectacular as the view. Here are my socks and I at the top of Signal Hill.
I try to wear my Signal Hill socks in a way that I can show them off – with cropped pants, shorts, etc. Like running up the actual Signal Hill, you have to brag a bit about the feat. (And about the feet).
A word of caution: don’t expect me to gift you with a pair of Signal Hill socks anytime soon. Like running up Signal Hill, I don’t expect to be repeating these socks on a daily basis.