#magic loop knitting

[claudscraftsthings]

I finally got round to learning the magic loop method!

It was supposed to be a lazy attempt to avoid knitting sleeves flat (ew sewing) but ended up being 2 hours of “where are these extra loops coming from?!?!”

But I’ve figured it out and it’s working well! Also making me knit a bit looser, so my hands are hurting less, win win ✨

[iamkeelinit]

The magic loop method is not king

[uncanny-tranny]

Something that amuses me between knitters and crocheters is this... almost humble nature each craft has about the other. I couldn't imagine how one would knit, and I know some of the basics - and yet, I have met so many knitters who say crochet is impossible, and yet I find it to be so simple. There's just something charming about when one recognizes just how much skill, effort, patience, and care go into a craft, and to be humbled by just how incredible human ingenuity and creativity are

[femmeknitted]

out of curiosity...

Adding pictures in case anyone doesn't know what something is or if it's called something else where you're from:

Reblog for a bigger sample size <;3 (if you want)

[the-fiction-will-knit-the-real]

OK, so I've been knitting since 2010, and I just learned 2 things.

[1] Magic loop was invented around 2002

[2] Circular needles were invented in the 1910s

That means that, if you were knitting as recently as just over 100 years ago, you either were knitting with straight needles or with double points

??????????????

I fucking hate straight needles, and I fucking despise double points [personally, I know not everyone does]

I like to imagine knitting as this craft that goes back hundreds of years and connects me to history and all that. And in some ways it is

But then I find out that I've been ALIVE longer than the magic loop method? If my grandmother had been able to teach me to knit [she died around the time I was born but was apparently a very experienced knitter], she wouldn't have even known what magic loop was???????

I also wonder if I would have even liked knitting at all If I was stuck with straight needles and double points

Idk my mind is blown over this and I guess I just need to remember that my knitting is a modern craft that is only in some ways related to historical knitting

[elisela]

calling these my popsicle socks

[strawberrum]

[samstree]

The sun is setting, casting golden orange light through the leaves.

Geralt leans against the tree and closes his eyes for a moment, the dappled light warm on his eyelids. He has been sitting for too long, with a soft pillow in his lap and Jaskier’s head resting there comfortably.

Jaskier sleeps peacefully through the afternoon, all the while Geralt tries to finish a new sock. He’s only halfway through, but he keeps trying anyway. The glasses slip down his nose, so he pushes them up again.

The yarn ball rolls into the crook of Jaskier’s arm and he stirs.

“Mmph…” Jaskier breathes, his nose wrinkling.

“Good nap?” Geralt puts down a bare needle to comb his fingers through Jaskier’s hair and gets a contented purr in return.

Jaskier blinks open his eyes, nuzzling into Geralt’s palm. “Didn’t mean to sleep,” he says. “Wanted to spend a nice day with you.”

“It was.”

Geralt goes back to knitting, one stitch after another. Jaskier wakes slowly as always, stretching and yawning on the pillow before pressing his cheek against Geralt’s stomach. He hugs Geralt’s waist to get his attention. “Who is this for?”

Geralt smiles. “Ciri.”

“Not me?”

“Don’t you have enough socks?”

“One can never have enough socks.” Jaskier pouts, his voice still hoarse and lazy. “You know how my feet get cold.”

“Yours is next then,” Geralt promises. He’s already planning the next pair anyway.

Jaskier picks up the ball and feeds the yarn as Geralt works, his eyes fixed on Geralt. A soft grin spreads across his face, bright in the sunset.

“You have too many needles, poking out everywhere,” Jaskier says. “It looks like witchcraft.”

“Dangerous witchcraft. Your feet could be too warm if not careful.”

Jaskier has that look again, one that says he needs more attention.

Geralt tidies up and puts the half-sock on the ground. He takes off his glasses too, so he can look at Jaskier properly. By some miracle, the grin on Jaskier’s face grows bigger, his cheeks turning pink from a blush.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just…” Jaskier answers, “I think I have a crush on you.”

“Do you now?”

“Is that so bad?”

Geralt lets Jaskier catch his hand and press a kiss on his wrist, right over a small scar. His hands, the things he once believed to be only capable of killing, now make socks to keep Jaskier’s feet warm. His hands now belong over Jaskier’s heart, where they are cradled carefully.

Perhaps, Geralt has a crush in return.

“It’s embarrassing, is all,” he says. “You married me already.”

“Yes, yes, I’m hopeless, having a crush on my husband,” Jaskier giggles. “Can you blame me? He looks too sweet when he’s knitting.”

Jaskier looks as smitten as Geralt feels, his cheeks red and eyes gentle, which means Geralt must kiss him now. It’d be unfair to let Jaskier go unkissed when he looks like this.

They meet each other in the middle, with Geralt leaning down and Jaskier wrapping his hands behind Geralt’s nape. It’s rather awkward, so Geralt holds Jaskier’s back in return. The sun warms Jaskier’s doublet, and Geralt kisses him patiently, and kisses him again.

“Oh no. It gets worse,” Jaskier whispers, settling against Geralt’s knees. “Now I’m falling in love too. Would that be too pathetic?”

As if Geralt isn’t falling in love every day himself. He falls in love every time Jaskier puts on his socks and wiggles his toes. He falls in love so much that he knits a drawer full of them.

“If it is,” Geralt answers, “we’ll just be pathetic together.”

“We should put that in the vows.”

“Didn’t we?”

“No, but next time, maybe.” Jaskier’s eyes flash with mischief. “I shall marry you again one day.”

“Oh? Where will you do that?”

“Your home? Under the stars, with your family there this time.”

Geralt’s stomach flutters with the promise. He can picture it perfectly, the snow falling on Jaskier’s eyelashes, the northern light in the sky, the last of the wolf witchers there, witnessing all the happiness in his life.

“It’ll be cold in Kaer Morhen,” Geralt says, his lips quirking into a hopeful grin.

“Oh, that’s okay then.” Jaskier puts a hand over his heart. “You’ll just need to make things that keep me warm.”

And luckily, Geralt has a lot of practice with that.

[starlightcleric]

Past me already wove in all the ends of the stripes in the body of this sweater! Thanks, past me!

[binarybird]

Alright, I think I have everything I need to start my first sweater. German short rows and picking up the sleeves terrifies me though, but I'm pretty sure I'm just over thinking it.

[overelegantstranger]

the other other thing. is that socks are easy to memorise. now do i enjoy making socks not really. but each time i memorise a new thing, my brain goes. we could just make a sock without a pattern! and so true bestie. we could.

[werewolf-transgenderism]

working on my horrible swamp sweater (it is marled in stripes of very swampy colors of yarn [burgundy, olive green/gold variegated, teal, and a magenta/blue/black twist] and it is extremely soft and kind of ugly but in a goot way)

[brittlikestoknit]

when you tell yourself you aren’t going to start anymore projects until you finish a few of current wips but you have zero self control and cast on a new pair of socks that is really gonna be like 8 actual socks that you can mix and match

[cyclicalaberration]

I can't sleep I'm thinking about socks.

[gilly-laughs]

Who has owned these circular needles for a year? Who forgot how to cast on? Who is learning magic loop at 4 am?

(points thumb at self) This girl.

I really did have to refresh myself on how to cast on (I've been crocheting for the last year and half) but once I got the pattern it all came back to me. I'm not knitting to a pattern, just learning how to knit in the round and magic loop for now.