Friday, 12 May 2006

Not yet a sock knitter

I've always looked admiringly at other people's socks through the eyes of a not-yet sock knitter. I've always wanted to knit socks - or at least since way before I actually started knitting. For a long time I thought knitting socks would be too hard so I've put it off. When I thought I might be up to trying a sock, I told myself I had to put it off until after my exams. I've seen how some people get addicted to socks, and I told myself sternly nothing would distract me from my revision.

Then I got bored of all other possible projects in the world, reminded myself that I taught myself to knit last year while revising for my finals and it didn't do any harm, and remembered that there were those who found sock-knitting conducive to good working patterns. Or something.

Then a few days ago a mysterious package arrived from Get Knitted.

(They always include a pen and a lolly, by the way. Sweet, isn't it?). I must have ordered it sometime between rounds with my books. It would be a shame to stuff it in my yarn drawer, wouldn't it?

Houston, we have a toe.

Thanks for all the nice comments on my Picovoli, by the way. Cockle-warming and reconciliation to the purple were achieved. Maybe I'll try wearing it out of the house.

1 comment:

Marie said...

Pretty green! And toe-up too! Very impressive. :)