Well, I had to do something to preserve the alliteration.
Every week at knitting group, at least a few people are working on socks. And man, do they love their socks. And who could blame them? They're gorgeous socks. Soft, with all sorts of pretty colors and textures and lacy patterns. I'm not even a big fan of socks, which I generally consider strictly utilitarian clothing, and I like these socks.
So the sock knitters are torn between trying to persuade me to learn to knit socks, because they're awesome, and trying to discourage me from socks, because that would mean less sock yarn for them.
Well, now they're doubly screwed, because I may not be taking up sock-making anytime soon, but I'm contemplating joining all the sock clubs just to get my hands on more sock yarn.
I went to Knitch today to check out the Be Sweet trunk show (lovely, lovely stuff, and you've got to love yarn that funds jobs and a school in South Africa), and while I was there I got an idea that I was too excited about to not get started on immediately, even with Christmas projects looming. I got some construction advice from Kim, and I was off and running with a skein of Mountain Colors Bearfoot in Eureka. Which I am totally in love with, by the way. I understand why everyone's so crazy about the sock yarn now.
So what am I making? That's a surprise, but here's a hint... it's not socks.
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No, no, no. We're not trying to keep all the sock yarn for ourselves. We're trying to save you from the horrifyingly addictive qualities of socks and sock yarn. Really. I promise.
Sock yarns do sing a siren song. Beware the feel of 100% merino as it slides over the hook. Before you know it you'll be running out of space for it, yet you can't stop buying it.
They keep trying to lure me over to their sock knitting dark ways too. So far I knit up a mean heel warmer.
Loved the hat you did for Zoo Kim.
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