Dearest sock knitting, how do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth of my knitting bag, no matter the size
For you are portable and can go everywhere with me.
I love thee to the level of my mid-calf, or knees, or just above my ankles
as you are changeable, mutable, and easily customizable for my legs.
I love thee freely, as other knitters love scarves.
I love thee purely, especially as you are worked in the round and therefore require little purling.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose when I got distracted by knitting sweaters last year.
But don’t worry, I found it. It was hiding under sweater quantities of yarn.
And if the knitting gods choose,
I shall but love thee better after a few darned holes in the heels.
With apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Very pretty socks… I so need to learn to make them *sigh*. I’m skeered, though. That, and I dislike porcupine knitting (and worry about running out of yarn)
1. There’s nothing to be scared of. Sock knitting is pretty easy, and lots of people can do it, and help you learn.
2. You can knit socks on circular needles, removing the porcupine aspect of it.
3. If I can knit a pair of socks for my size 11 feet out of 320 yards of Colinette Jitterbug, the likelihood of most people running out of yarn is very low. If you have at least 350 yds of a fingering weight yarn, you won’t run out. 😀
What a lovely little sonnet that actually makes Elizabeth Barrett Browning stomachable — had to mix knitting into it for my little tum to take the sweetness.
Awww, I like EBB, though I dig her hub’s poetry more. 😀
I’m a much bigger fan of Robert Browning than I am of EBB. She’s too sappy for me. I will admit I’m big fan of the satarists aka Jonathan Swift, and generally like to read the darker things in literature.
Robert Browning’s My Last Duchess and The Laboratory are two of my favorite poems. 😀
You are so weird.
In a super lovable way! But goodness. You and your SOCKS!
WEIRDO!
I resemble that remark! (man, am I awesome or what? …don’t answer that.)
Great socks!
I wore handknit socks today and came to the realization that the minute I find the first hole in any of my socks, I will promptly stop wearing all of them. My bony heels are (okay, technically, will be) the reason that I can’t have nice things.
But…but…darning! I’ve darned socks over a light bulb before. It’s easy, and it keeps your socks going. 🙂
You might be surprised as to how long it takes them to get holes. And hell, half of my socks have sort of felted at the heels, making them more sturdy. And like Sarah said, darning is pretty easy. 😀