All I have wanted to knit lately are socks. Socks socks socks and only socks. I forced myself to make a couple of hats lately, but since about November all I have wanted to knit are socks. I probably knit six or seven pair in the past couple of months. I even went through all of my half-knit socks that I have carried with me to and from the beach the past couple summers, shook the sand out of them, and finished them up.
I wanted to take a picture of all these socks but you know what? I gave almost all of them away. Three to HWWV, two to girlfriend, one to her best friend and now all I have left is the pair here and two others that are now lonely, waiting for friends.
Thing is, I feel guilty.
There are so many other things that I could be doing with my free time--and I have a lot of it these days--but in the end, I just want to knit socks.
Am I depressed? (I don't think so.) Is sock yarn addictive? Maybe so.
Which brings me to this: I had this idea to take my sock yarn leftovers and make log cabin blocks. I figure, even though I'm not making socks, I'm knitting with the sock yarn, so it's the next best thing, right?
Problem is, now all I want to do is knit these little sock-yarn blocks.
I am doomed, that much I can tell you.
BTW: The sock yarn that I used to make these socks is Opal Brazil yarn. It is discontinued, but I do swear by all the Opal sock yarns. The wear like iron.