It's amazing how time flies the older you get. At 27, there aren't enough hours in a day anymore! Where oh where does the time go? And to think I spent most of that time knitting socks! S.O.C.K.S! Socks SOCKS! -- The one knitted garment I avoided like the plague! Now it seems I can't get enough of them.
sock in progress) with me wherever I go-- though I haven't pulled it out of my purse to knit on at any given time. I just find it kind of comforting. Please don't hate me. I sense after a few more pairs, it'll wear off and I can get back to my love of sweaters, cardigans, mittens and the occasional hat.
I look at sock-knitting much differently now. What I once thought to be a complete waste of time, and shame to have all that work and pretty yarn, stuffed into a boot -- I now realize it's more about the process: The tube, the ankle, the heel, another tube and fin. Together, with the colors, it's incredibly relaxing to do and watch... not to mention, nice to have something I can just pull out wherever and have something to do with my hands. Otherwise, I'm incredibly fidgety. Another reason to lay off the Diet Coke?
Sock Blocker ala TheLoopyEwe.com