I seldom knit for my husband, given that knitting is such a hobby of mine and I knit almost every day.

Sometimes I feel a bit guilty about it, though other than a couple pairs of winter socks, he wouldn’t care less to have any other knitting garments hand-made by her own wife.

Yes, having giant feet and being very sensitive to wool, he is one of those people whom I believe not to be designed for fluffy materials. And socks, are probably the only things he would ask me to knit.

Now, I finally can get out of “guilt” and put my knitting needles aside to relax. It took me just too long to finish this pair of socks for him, as I “wandered off” several times knitting other things for myself (now you know why I said “feeling guilty” . Also, prior to this pattern, I tried another sock design at the beginning and I finally decided to give it up, which wasted me a bit of time as well.

Knitting socks can be a very boring job. It’s a bit like knitting sleeves. They come in pairs and you have to do the same thing twice. So when people have low motivation on a job, they’d better keep the content of the job interesting, otherwise it just won’t last very long.

I guess I like this sock pattern. I call it chessmate as it’s like chess grids, a tidy and easy-to-remember pattern but not lack of changes while knitting. The wool is probably 4ply thickness and it’s from China. The brand is Snow Lotus, one of the best quality yarn brands in China. It feels silky smooth and so soft that you can feel the difference even when you close your eyes touching them.

The pattern is great. The only complaint is I think the size is a bit too big. I can easily control the length but not the circumference. In the Uk or Australia, you won’t find 2.5mm knitting needles. I had to use 2.75mm for ribs to give a loose top, and then 2.25mm for the main body.

However it still turned out a bit loose. I reckon if I reduced the stitches to 75 stitches instead of casting on 80 stitches like this one, everything would have been just perfect.

But so what? Nothing could ever be perfect, and husband is happy. I suppose that’s enough