With the refugee crisis going on in Europe, many people start uttering extreme comments about immigrants, or even dressing up in bed sheets waving our precious Finnish flag in a context where I would prefer not to see it. So why not show the flag in a more positive context?

Refugee Hospitality Club organizes a sock knitting project to give knitters a way to help refugees. Obviously, knitting a pair of socks is not going to make a difference in the refugee crisis that we are having, but it is not meant to do that. What it is meant to do is to welcome one person to our country, showing that I personally knitted this pair of socks for you so your feet wouldn't be cold in our cold country. I liked the idea, so here's the result.


Again, a charity project is also an opportunity to learn a new technique. I don't really like to knit socks, so I've never tried to knit them toe-up. For a first try, the end result is not too bad, but I'm not perfectly happy with them either. For me, the heel doesn't look that good, so I might have to try another heel for the next pair. Another bonus with this project was to use up this yarn; leftovers from a weird project many years ago.


As I'm not really a sock knitter, I thought that I was immune to the Second Sock Syndrome. I mean, if you're knitting socks, then you just simply knit two of them and get done with it, right? Well, as I was digging through my sock yarn stash I came across evidence proving that it happens to the best of us:

For the pink fair isle pair it's a classic case of running out of yarn. That pair is getting frogged. Then for the others, I have no idea. The baby sock looks nice, so I think I'll just knit another one of those and pack the pair for the refugees. Then there's the rainbow sock, which actually looks nice, so I must have ran out yarn with that one as well (or maybe broke up with the intended recipient? I mean, it's been a decade since I was knitting that sock...). Now digging in my stash I found some black sock yarn, so I might just finish that pair for myself. And then there's the weird white sock. I have no idea. And no intention on doing anything but frog the horrible item.