The Sock Story

Let's talk about socks. I love to knit socks. I have been knitting since I was in second grade but I didn't attempt to knit socks until I was 55. I love the joy of knitting an item that someone will wear and eventually wear out. Some socks just fly off the needles and some socks take forever. I've become a bit of a sock yarn snob. If I'm going to put all of this work into making a pair of socks on a size 1 needle then I better love the yarn. My family has come to appreciate a pair of handknit wool socks. Last Christmas I accomplished the feat of knitting seven pairs of socks for my better half-one for each day of the week . He loved them. The problem I've created is that now he only wants to wear handknit socks. I have two nephews who love my handknit socks-only problem is that they have huge feet!! But no complaints from me, just another excuse to knit with fine wool. My favorite sock story is that I knit my daughter a pair of socks and she lost them, almost a year later after one of her moves she discovered them in her boots and was thrilled. So in my little journal of Things To Make And Do I always have a list of loved ones to make socks for. They'll have to guess who this pair is for. My knitting bag has socks on them. The bag is from Three Bags Full. Handmade by Michelle Corbeil a graduate of Williams College.