Once upon a time, there was a woman who loved knitting socks.
At first, the woman knitted only plain vanilla socks.
After a while, she got brave, and decided to try patterned socks.
She thought that it would be a good thing to knit more socks, especially as all her family members seemed to enjoy receiving them. She decided to attempt to knit two pairs a month. As the year progressed, she found she was unable to keep away from the socks… by October, she had knitted over 30 pairs!
It got worse. Not only could she not stop knitting the socks, but she also found that she started to see sock designs in everything she looked at.
The delicate curve of an iron railing. The feathery veins in a leaf. The petals of a flower. The colour of the chocolate she was eating. Stories she read to her son. Every single stitch pattern she saw in her stitch dictionaries! Socks filled her waking thoughts and haunted her dreams. She ate thinking of socks, schemed socks during idle moments, and spent far too much time online stalking sock yarn stores (her sock yarn stash grew considerably). Sketches of socks filled her notebooks, and more and more socks piled on to her needles. The thrill of a freshly finished sock continued to be as exhilarating as ever.
She tried to knit other things: a half-finished sweater sits beside her, a poncho in need of its other half. The yarn for another sweater lies on the floor next to her chair, looking forlorn. A couple of cowls, some hats and a shawl were actually completed, but always, the socks called.
Soon she started designing socks, because having knitted a few pairs, she discovered that despite the thousands of patterns available, there wasn’t anything much ‘it’ any more. She needed to express her own individualism when it came to the pretty socks. The sketches in her notebooks needed an outlet.
Thus a confirmed “sockaholic” was born.
She still knits socks by others.
This current work in progress is Sign of the Prancing Pony by Claire Ellen. Part of her 2014/15 sock club. Knitted in Knitsch 100% merino sock yarn in Marmageddon.
Sock fever rages unabated as the year draws to a close. Will she ever be the same again!? She doubts it very much.