I have a horrible sense of humour. If I’m on form, I make people groan almost every time I open my mouth. My favourite joke of all time is a double wordplay that requires nautical knowledge (Patrick O’Brian’s dogwatches, for those in the know). So let’s get the whole jaywalking-as-verb thing out of the way.
I jaywalk. I jaywalk a lot. I live in London – there are some roads you would never make it across otherwise. I have spent a great deal of time in Europe, where jaywalking often seems safer (Paris, I’m looking at you), and living in Brussels just taught me to keep a third eye out for trams.
Sometimes, I jaywalk in these socks. They’re a bit fuzzy now, but holding up after a great deal of wear and I love the colourway just as much as I did when I made them (Curious Yarns, where have you gone?).
I love the Jaywalker pattern. It was the first sock I ever attempted, and I finished the pair in about two days. They gave me the confidence to move straight to lace socks, making the whole experience so easy that when I heard people wailing about turning heels or grafting I thought they must be talking about another kind of knitting entirely.
The point of this post is my puzzlement over the Jaywalker-bashing that seems to pop up every few months. Mine (all three pairs) fit perfectly, and I have neither fat nor thin ankles. I tend to feel that people who have tension problems with them are tight knitters who should either chill out or change needle size, and I really don’t understand complaints that a pattern is “too popular”. Just be happy that a pattern exists that is both easy for learners and a great showcase for hand-dyed yarn. I’m off to cast on.
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