Hello, thanks for calling in, it's lovely to see you here. It's also been lovely to have a bit of sunshine at last, the garden has really welcomed it and so have I.
When I showed you the Peacock Socks I knitted for a friend, I told you that she bought me some Drops Fabel wool so that I could knit a pair of socks for myself. Here it is, called, rather unimaginatively, Green Print (542). Honestly, where do they get these names from??
When I saw it, my immediate reaction was, "Ooh, Mossy Woodland". I love a walk in the woods with dark, shady bowers, dappled glades where the sun peeps through the canopy, making the leaves glow where it lands, and soft cushions of moss on the north side of the trees, hiding from the sun. I thought a pair of Mossy Woodland socks would suit me right down to the ground. However, once I had knitted enough for the pattern to emerge I realised that it wasn't a woodland at all because it was just too stripey! The rows were too neat, too geometric, too regular, too cultivated, not an organic, sprawling woodland shape at all.
I knew that these socks were weaving their own story but it was just out of reach and that bothered me, niggling away until at last I realised: they are Somerset Socks. We have visited the Somerset Levels for the last two years during the school holidays at the end of May. These socks were showing me those views: the regular shapes caused by the hedgerows enclosing the fields and the drains and ditches which take away the excess water, the dark lines of trees rising above the white mist in the early morning, narrow lanes lined with green hedges and creamy cow parsley, yellow fields of buttercups and all the shades of green we saw as the sap was rising and foliage was bursting with vitality and growth. Yep, these are most definitely Somerset Socks.
I do rather love these. For all I am drawn to rich, warm colours, I like the muted nature of these colours working together, they seem quite modest, shy, even. Shy Somerset Socks.
See you soon.
Love, Mrs Tiggywinkle x