I haven't been able to knit for nearly three months.
The focus just wasn't there.
I've wanted to knit. I've tried to knit.
I've missed being able to knit.
It's a productive activity that settles me, calms me, encourages me.
Not being able to turn to this reliable source of comfort was...
well, I don't know what it was, but it felt like a curse.
Seriously.
At long last, it seems the curse is broken.
I believe I owe this to something I read on the Mason-Dixon Knitting blog, that compendium of fibery wit, practicality, and adventure. Kay Gardiner wrote:
"...sometimes you have to bring the calm to the knitting."
And...click.
This is not a practical choice for socks.
The yarn is soft. The knitted fabric will blur. And fuzz. And felt.
It will wear out too quickly from the friction of a boot.
But this is the third pair of socks I've made with this yarn since 2009.
Because occasionally, looking neat and lasting long are not the most important features a sock can offer. Sometimes, it's all about the smoosh.
The socks were finished at sunset yesterday, with lots of help.
(Speaking of finishing, for anyone interested in fibery details, there is a stitch-by-stitch on this publicly-visible ravelry project page.)
And to celebrate their briefly pristine state, the socks were the subject of a very quick (it was cold and I was tired) post-chores shoot this morning:
Here's a behind-the-scenes shot with my location team.
What would I do without them?
What would I do without them?
Fortunately, the Art Director works for peanuts.
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