Remember this one*?
Baby come back. . .
As you know, I don't knit socks. I have, of course. Sure, I understand the charm of The Sock; I appreciate the portability of The Sock; and I firmly believe that Turning the Heel is the most magical thing in all of knitting.
But my Sock MoJo left long ago!
Any kind of fool could see. . .
Then, a couple of months ago, one of my co-workers asked me if I would knit a sample sock using one of her patterns and some new sock yarn from a local dyer. For a booth at Stitches Midwest.
Ummmm, I said.
Just one, she said.
Okay, I said.
Just one, I said.
Thanks, she said.
I didn't want to, though.
First, I didn't like the look of the yarn. Not my color. Kind of boring-looking. Second, the pattern has a futzy cable. And ribbing. And I don't like either one when it comes to socks. Third, hand-knit socks just never seem to fit me right. They're always too bulky.
But I said I would do it, so I cast on.
There was something in everything about you. . .
But once I got started, I discovered . . . that I LIKED the yarn. A lot**. (I'm pretty sure it's the touch of silk.) And the ribbing . . . not so bad. In fact, it helped the sock . . . FIT me. (Still don't like futzy things - like cables - on socks, though.)
Baby come back, you can blame it all on me. . .
I cast on right away to make the second sock.
I was wrong, and I just can't live without you!
But now. . . one sock is gone. Packed up to go to Stitches Midwest.
Baby come back! (Ravelry details here.)
*Go waaaaay back. 1978. But still infectious, non?
**Ummm. Bought another skein and cast on for another pair. No cable, though.