These socks took five years to knit. Well, not really five total years, but five years in the making from the original thought/offer to fruition. The first time I met my stylist, the one who has worked on all the books with me, Mark, somehow the topic of socks came up and then next thing I knew I was falling all over myself offering to knit him some socks.
What was I thinking? This guy is over six feet tall and must have size 12 feet. After I noticed these things, I turned coy and asked him all about his family. Does he have a (tiny) mom? a (tiny) sister?
Yes! A tiny mom, he reported. I decided that I will make her socks and he'll totally forget about the ones he wanted in the first place! Yes, tiny socks! Quick socks! Yes. Quick socks!
And so I did.
These were a breeze. I sent them off, all wrapped up in tissue paper thinking that I was all done. That I didn't need to knit any more socks for anyone unless I absolutely had to. I mean, I had a book to write and stuff to knit for the book, right? I sent them off and she loved them. I even got a nice card, thanking me. Mark commented a couple times that she would tuck them into the drawer, nicely folded, and didn't want to wear them because they were too nice to wear. Oy. And then another book came and he asked me again if I would knit a pair for him.
Glutton for punishment, I said "Hell yes." (I didn't even shrug. I just spurted: "Yes!")
Aw crap. So, I took another look at his feet: Really big. I then decided these would take some time and they should accompany me everywhere. Through the years, they have been with me to Phoenix, Denver and Mount Washington. They have been with me to Calabassas, even in the same parking lot our guy Justin Beiber valiantly fought off a paparazzo. They have been with me on a south bound train. They have been with me on my patio (hence the dog hair). They have been with me during Girlfriend's violin lessons. They have been with me for the longest time. In fact, while we were driving on the 101 to Sherman Oaks for lunch with my sister and her family and while I was finally seaming the toe today, I got sorta sad.
What will I knit next?
There's nothing on the needles!
Someday, I'll wear pajamas in the daytime.
(Oh wait: I already do.)
I love my friend, Mark. These were totally worth it. And if he never wears them I will show up on his doorstep at 4:00 a.m. for no reason at all and demand mashed potatoes with extra butter.
(Shibui Sock Yarn. Color unknown. It looks brown to me and it is fabulous)