Seems kind of silly. . . to be doing a SocktoberFest post. . . when I can't do any kind of meaningful update on my SocktoberFest projects! (Other than to say . . . it's going well and I'm making good progress.)
So I decided to share this with you.
My first socks. Circa 2003.
I don't remember the yarn. I don't remember the pattern. I do remember, though, feeling very excited about being able to manage four double-point needles. I was completely charmed by how all the "parts" came together to form a real, live sock: the cuff, the heel, the gusset, the foot, the toe. I thought "turning the heel" was magical.
This particular pair of socks was intended for Tom. He's never worn them, though. They're far too big. But I saved them anyway. (Perspective, you know.)
So, there. I feel a little better. Socks in October.