i admit that sock knitting has never really appealed to me. seems like a whole lotta work for something that likely requires hand washing. of course, i've never had a pair of hand knit socks so i obviously don't know the allure and charm that is hand knit sock love. i could be totally wrong. (that is not strictly true. apparently i got a pair for christmas two years ago but that is a story for another day.)
swept up in the hoopla of the yarn harlot coming to make us laugh, i thought it fitting that i make a pair of socks. that and a washing machine beefcake calendar but again, another story, another day. i had some koigu kicking around. i googled koigu sock pattern and i got to work.
turning the heel was easy, shaping was going fine, the sock progressed. then i met stephanie and got to hold the sock. i realized that her sock is what hand knit socks are supposed to feel like. you could feel the love knit into every stitch. stephanie's sock would hug and caress your feet all day. you'd look forward to slipping into a pair and wriggling your toes in glee.
i finished my sock for two reasons 1) to say that i did it and 2) to prove that they sucked ass. all baggy and meh. i also grew to hate the colorway and wondered if i left my brain at home the day i bought it. seriously. ugly.
all in all, i have yet to succumb to sock knitting.
1 comment:
Well, it's kind of cute. The colour's not so bad for a sock; I think you're just jaded by the experience. (Or, turquoised, as the case may be. Hee.)
At least now you can dis sock-knitting with some credibility.
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