There is something very beautiful about socks. Quite often, I will be quietly knitting some when I catch someone staring out of the corner of my eye and wondering quietly to themselves what I’m doing. Other times, curiosity will get the better of them and they will come right out and ask. I suppose that in the UK, we don’t have a lot of sock knitters so the teeny tiny needles and the thin yarn is quite a fascinating object to behold. I was sitting waiting for pao to appear just yesterday when I had a lovely conversation with this older couple about making these socks. The husband couldn’t believe that it was going to be a sock and I had to hand the sock and needles to him so he could have a closer look whilst I explained the mechanics of knitting a tube then knitting a heel, creating a gusset then doing a Kitchener stitch for the toe. I do love these kinds of conversations. I love talking about what I’m doing and encouraging people to think about craft differently. I’m naturally shy but when I can talk to someone about my craft, I become less shy and more enthusiastic. I guess it is the natural me and I’m so at home with other knitters and crafters. I have Chris to thank for this passion for socks as she encouraged me on from afar with my first sock and then she and Jeanne have been my main suppliers (and I do thank them and the others – you know who you are) of decent sock yarn over the years. I have now taken Jeanne and Louise to the sock yarn desert that I live in so they see first-hand how any decent sock yarn is devoured with immense pleasure.
So what am I knitting next? Can’t you guess?