To Each Their Own

When I started looking at knit sites and blogs one thing stuck way out: socks.  To each their own, I thought. But it seemed as if it was more to each their own sock pattern because the option to not knit socks didn’t seem to exist.

I didn’t understand the need to knit a sock – let alone two of them. I loves me a good sock. Slouchy socks and I were really good friends in the 80’s and 90’s. No one sadder to see them go off trend. But knitting a sock is a major act of love. A sock, when used as intended,  won’t last very long. Not to mention, it’s the very special person who can keep track of twos socks after they’ve come out of the laundry.  I am convinced single socks are sitting on a beach keeping sand off of missing tops from plastic storage containers.

“Socks are fun!” folks in the knitting groups said. I didn’t see it. I didn’t look at anyone making a sock and jumped to straight to fun. But, the pressure and the curiosity was too great. I made a sock. I didn’t use this video to make it but it was one of the more interesting ones I found. 

Made the sock –  a baby sock and I was glad it was over. I did not have a sock epiphany or feel the need to make another sock – not even to finish out the set. Haven’t felt the need to make another sock since – except to make Christmas stockings – it’s like knitting a huge sock but at least you get a present in it at the end.

Instead of socks, I knit and later crocheted, scarves. Scarves were easy and fun and didn’t wear out after one use. After I was told I needed to expand my knitting prospects, I knit blankets because they were just big, wide scarves. 

Lesson learned: knit what makes you happy regardless of the trend. Though knitting is a shared passion, it is a solo flight. Enjoy your own ride.

 

 

I Don’t Get It

I Don’t Get It

Let me say there are knitters and crocheters of all kinds here in Knitsville and they can create anything from the most fabulous sweaters to knitted boobs for cancer patients. It’s all good work and there’s lots to admire.
But for the love of all that’s holy, what is this thing about socks?
I’ve knit one pair of socks because I heard knitting socks was so, so something and a knitter had to experience it to believe how magical it was.

I cast on, did all the work and when the sock was done, there was this sense of…what’s all the fuss about? From what I read from other knitters, it was like discovering fire. For me it was discovering I could knit – which I already knew I knew. I figured maybe the euphoria didn’t come because I only knit half a pair. Maybe it came with knitting the pair of socks. Knit the other one and when I was done, I was like ‘wow, did it twice and came away with the same feeling but only twice as much.

I don’t get it. Sock knitters seems to have a joy that escapes the rest of us and no other knitted thing brings that much acclaim from knitting brethren. People will ooh and ahh over an intricate sweater but let someone upload a photo of a striped sock and people think they invented color. I am always amazed.

The closest I think i am going to come to making another sock is knitting a Christmas stocking. That is on my futures knitting list. I will knit more than one but I won’t knit a pair of them. I already feel a little excited about that. But for some reason, knitting the regular sock holds no joy.

Ah well, we don’t judge in Knitsville. We accept, not merely tolerate, so if you don’t think sock knitting is the greatest thing since sliced bread – well, you can still enjoy toast.