I think I am ok with all the sock knitting I have been doing lately. I ought to be working on the sweater, and though I have started it, it is not without it trauma drama. Maybe tomorrow I will talk about that.
But today was spinning day and sitting at son 2's new house waiting for the furnace repair guy. How lovely it was to sit in such a bright and sunny kitchen. Or it was once the furnace was fixed. And my spinning company, Frazzledknitter, brought some muffins and there was tea and good conversation.
When I got home, there was my granddaughter, who had her first day of preschool, and was so excited to talk about it, so I didn't get a chance to sit down and knit till much later in the evening. All I had energy for was socks.
So it was a good thing that I had a pair of socks that were oh so close to completion.
It is a simple little knit and purl pattern, that recurs exactly often enough to keep you wanting to knit just a little more, and then just a little more. Good for what ails you.
I have three sets of sock needles that are now empty. I feel an incredible urge to cast on a bunch just to scratch the itch. I won't though. I can be firm with myself right? I can be strong against the power if interesting sock patterns, right? I'm not a slave to socks, am I?
We shall see.