I came home on a wet and dreary end-of-fall day to find a little package of loveliness waiting for me.
It’s one of those moments when I want to drop everything (including two incredibly cute boys) and cast on. Then I remembered that once I had wound the Black Watch version of this I was vaguely disappointed, because I had enjoyed looking at the hank so much. So I’m leaving these ones on display for a while.
But I also really enjoy wearing my Black Watch socks, so I now have an incentive to finish the little boy socks I’m working on now.
And yes, I have found )now that I’ve discovered them) that I do need to have a sock on the go, for those times when I can snatch a minute or two of knitting-as-therapy (it slows my breathing and untangles my shoulder muscles) but can’t do more than a very simple stitch. Cables and sweater-decreases are projects for a comfy armchair and a well-worn episode of Star Trek. Socks are for tossing into a bag, clipping to my belt-loops and working on while I trail around the garden and house after two sometimes-friendly-sometimes-fratricidal little boys.