Even though I’ve knitted socks, I’d never actually worn any of them. Sound a little odd? Maybe it is. I don’t know why, but I just assumed I’d hate wearing them.
The other pair I made were these garish orange things. I felt embarrassed to give them away, so I tossed them in with my stash yarn and mostly forgot about them.
Although my Mom loves hers, I wasn’t persuaded by her enthusiasm. I was certain wool socks were not for me. So you know, I never even gave ’em a chance. That is, until a few weeks ago. Wow, was I missing out!
It had gotten really cold in my house, and this presented a problem because I like to sew barefoot. I feel like I have better control over the foot pedal that way. But my toes were freezing. Then bam! – it hit me – maybe I should dig out my ugly orange socks. So I did.
Amazing, I tell you. I am in love. No, I think I’m slightly obsessed. I’ve got socks on the brain. I
want need more pairs! I ordered some new double pointed needles and a load of yarn. I can’t wait till it gets here. Until then, I’ve satisfied myself by making another pair with this stash yarn.
Unfortunately it is pooling in a very unattractive way. This is why I don’t like variegated yarn much. It can look nice in the skien and then knit up funky.
Oh well, I don’t care, I just want more socks!! (Even ugly socks will do. 🙂 )