Miss Marple’s Sally Sock

Sock singular.

Usually Miss Marple isn’t called in to solve missing sock mysteries. But this mystery is different. I found this sock, along with 3 unlabeled skeins of the beautiful yarn and the cuff of the second sock off the needles, and 3 other dark blue balls of the same yarn in the yarn bin at Sally.  Fully realizing that the mother of this sock needed to be respected for her anonymity, and honoured for her lovely work,  I pondered the the ethical question of whether or not to bring its mate into being, and questioned my own creative need to initiate my own projects, rather than finish those of others.

I didn’t have the pattern, needle size, or information about the gorgeous wool yarn.  This knee sock had used almost 100 grams and I considered frogging to claim the rest of the yarn.  But, the sock was so comfortable and I hesitated.  Besides,  I have often thought and hoped that if I met my demise while halfway through a knitting project, that the executors would be able to read between the lines of my “Last Wool and Testament”  and would keep the pattern, the work and yarn together and find the right person to sally forth and rally on.  I decided to get all the cuff stitches on a needle and put it away for a rainy day and a not very inevitable lull in my  knitting queue.

Then, Yesterday, on a trip to Sally, another ball of the  blue yarn surfaced, obviously from the same stash, neatly caked and wrapped with a paper band.  This one however had the original label taped on the wrapper. Koigu. KPM. I had a feeling… I’ve made lovely fingerless gloves with this delicious yarn.


Miss Marple must be found.  Knitting needles and all.

The work of a knitting detective is often as much fun as the knitting.  I’ve dissected the lace pattern and rebuilt the pattern and written it up. I love it when all the pieces of information click into place and all the numbers add up.

Not complicated.  It’s a fan lace rib.  I’ve analysed the pattern and pinned points that determine the decrease schedule to shape the calf of the sock.  I’ll go over to Tricksy Knitter and put  Charles’  developing chartmaker to work to set it out neatly.  The lace ribs drop from 17 to 15 stitches in a stepped array every 6 pattern repeats until all 8 ribs are decreased and then the short row heel begins.  There’s a star toe which I’ll figure when I get there.

All that’s left now, is to knit the sock!


I’ve knit a few rows, and it’s clear that I’ve neglected just one tricky little detail.  Gauge!  And it seems that more than one needle size was used here.

Oh dear.

Miss Marple commented, when it was clear that Inspector Slack was just a little too cocky with his deductions in Murder at the Vicarage,

“Oh, dear. I’m afraid I must put a cat amongst the Inspector’s pigeons.”