There was once a not-so-old lady who lived in a house.
She had so many children, people said she bred like a mouse.
She wanted to knit some socks bright and new.
But her children all acted like they lived in a zoo.
There’s a dirty little secret in the knitting world, and it’s this: the cutest yarn is always sock yarn.
It’s true, ask any knitter you know. There is self-striping sock yarn. luscious sock yarn who’s colors melt into one another. But the stuff is so darn small, it’s like Peter Parker trying to knit his Spider-Man suit out of webbing.
And here’s the other thing about sock yarn: it isn’t cheap. You spend anywhere from $20-$30 on sock yarn and then spend twenty hours knitting socks with needles the size of toothpicks.
And yet I’m still drawn to this mystic skill. Socks are the perfect small project to stuff in you diaper bag, purse or pocket. So portable! So tiny!
Last winter I spent $21 on a skein of yarn, intent on mastering socks. A friend sent me a basic pattern and off I went. Sock Number One was completed in a couple of weeks. I put it on my foot and proudly showed it to my husband. He smiled and said, “I’ll be impressed when you finish the second one”.
And here’s the second dirty little secret about knitting: Second Sock Syndrome. Really, I did not make that up. It is the inability to knit a second sock…
I was determined not to succumb (and determined to impress that hot hunk of a husband). I immediately cast-on and made wonderful progress on my second sock. Nevermind the coffee spilled on the pattern. I was going to finish that sock.
Then one day, I walked over to my knitting basket to find that one of my children pulled the toothpick sized needles out of my sock…and had pulled out several rows of stitches. Not only that, but my pattern was in shreds, no longer readable.
I have no idea where I am in the pattern or where I am with decreases. I am hoping to have a friend help me unravel the mystery later this week.
Still that sock yarn calls to me. It speaks to me. When I was away a few weekends ago and bought the lovely yarn for Apollo’s new vest, I saw a gorgeous sock yarn called Jubilee…and yet, how could I justify buying it? I couldn’t. So I didn’t.
Now, that lone sock-and-two-thirds beckons me. And I *will* finish that second sock. And you can bet the moment I do, I’ll be off shopping for more sock yarn.