|Previous sock purchases. Used up? Not entirely.|
Early on in my knitting life, I learned to knit socks. I loved it. In fact, it was one of the aspects of knitting that totally sucked me in. I know in my heart that if I had started out knitting scarves, I would have never kept it all up.
Back then, 7 short years ago, I swore to myself (that way, I was not committed...you know, accountability and all that...) that I would replace every sock in my sock wardrobe with a hand-knitted one.
They fit better anyway, I told myself. They are portable, inexpensive, and contain just the right amount of complexity to keep a person interested.
I looked at my socks to see if I thought I could truly replace them all. After all, store bought socks are their own animal. I bought clogs and even some Keds slip on mules one size too big to make one particular pair. I heard that was a good idea.
I read book after book, bought yarn after yarn, made list after mental list of which sock patterns I would try out. And then....
I didn't do it.
|The socks on the blocks (no, not sock blocks. go morbid)--not even all of them are shown here.|
So, now, 7 years later, wearing old and holey socks, I will finally begin the replacement of my socks. For real. Perhaps I may lose more along this journey; after all, who knows what frustration or roadside treachery awaits me? The fallen socks will be remembered along the way, but then finally released to that better place in the trash under the sink, where my shame will be hidden forever.
I may say a few touching words each time I drop one in, too. Like, "Woo hoo! I have some new socks! I don't need you!"
We will see.
The first one fits perfectly and I am nearly done with the second (been knitting while watching all the past episodes of The X-files, of course). I then plan to hit each sock in some order. I am thinking of re-visiting the beginning. A little trip down knitting memory lane doesn't sound half bad. Those are some seriously good sights and smells!!
And yes, I decided to do all this while continuing to work on a wedding dress. But isn't variety the spice of life?