I am obsessed with sock yarn lately. I love how fine and bright and sprongy it is. I recently pulled out all the sock yarn I have in my stash and just gazed at it for a day, dreaming about all the possibilities. (This from a girl who has never made a pair of adult socks!)
My two sets of appropriate needles were being taken up with a languishing legwarmer
a sock meant for a baby that is now 9 months old.
socks I want to knit for myself, I evaluated the misshapen baby sock and discovered where I had gone astray. I took a breath, ripped back to the heel, and picked up all the stitches that were waiting so calmly for me to do just that. I finished that sock in a rainy afternoon, and promptly cast on its mate.
Something she said about being frugal while not compromising quality stuck out to me in these lean times.
Oh, EZ, what would I do without you?