For the first time in my knitting career, I felt an (almost) overwhelming desire to knit socks. I’ve never really gotten socks. My mother trained me up to look with deep suspicion on anything that can’t be machine washed and dried. I’ve done a good job of getting over that for sweaters, especially since they don’t need to be washed all that often, but socks? They need to be washed every time you use them. And they wear out. I’m ridicuously sentimental about just about everything I own including clothes. Two of my favorite shirts recently had a run with some bleach that they came out the worse for, but I can’t bear to throw them away yet. And I didn’t knit them with my own two little hands. All I did was buy them.
But a little while ago I saw these. And for some reason, which may not be at all rational, I was filled with the desire to knit socks.
So I'm making a start with this.
We'll see how this goes.