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I’m going to admit here that if I were never allowed to knit any other object besides socks for the rest of my life, I might be okay with that. I love knitting socks. I love the tiny little stitches and the pretty yarns. I love the crazy and sensational patterns that you often find, and that for the most part your sock is going to come out the right size. Of course there is an exception to that rule and sometimes I get halfway down a leg, or finish a whole sock, and it is much too big and falls down and I have to frog the whole thing and start completely over, but even then, I love those socks and I love taking them out and starting them fresh in a whole new pattern.
Knitting socks in my opinion is one of the most rewarding projects. It is also the only type of project where I let my inner super tacky dresser go absolutely nuts with color and style, because they’re only socks and if they are embarrassingly loud well then I’ll just wear them under my pants and no one will be the wiser except that I’ll have a smile on my face knowing about my secret super loud socks hiding under my pant leg.
#1, I forgot how great iPhone can take pictures outside.
#2, $150 worth of pure joy was waiting on my front stoop when I got home today!
Yarn Harlot by Stephanie Pearl-McPhee (via stitchesandpurls)
Exactly why I love knitting