Since we’re still getting acquainted, I figured now would be the best time to come out about my socks-ual orientation.
Since we’re still getting acquainted, I figured now would be the best time to come out about my socks-ual orientation.
I’ve decided--I’m coming clean. Maybe if I do, so will others. Perhaps it will even be cleansing. Or…will everyone judge me? I just don’t know. Ah…to the infernos with it—here I go.
I am afraid of socks. There. I said it.
I’m not really so much afraid of socks as I am of making socks. I should have made that clear. I like socks. I do prefer slippers around the house, but for wearing out in cold weather, socks can’t be beat. Knitting them—well, that’s a whole different story…
I must have knit (or attempted to knit) dozens of pairs of socks. I challenge you to find a better pair of socks in any store under $100 that, all things being equal, are superior to well-made hand-made socks. Hence, I keep trying.
I’m not a sock virgin. I’ve made plenty of malformed, awkward socks. This may be because I have an anxiety attack every time I sit down to work on them. There’s no reason for this. Socks never hurt anyone. It must stem from all the years of hearing, “Socks are very difficult to make. You can poke your eye out with those double pointed needles.”
Speaking of dpn’s, yes, I’ve used them. I’ve also done the “magic loop” technique with circulars. I’ve even completed socks using both methods. They still look like misshapen scarves. My husband says they’re fine, but he has to live with me.
Maybe I’m too hard on myself. Maybe not. But now that I’m writing for Suite 101, I’m going to get over it. I will make socks without fear.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
