From the first garter stitch scarf I ever made, I knew in my heart I would never knit socks. Why? Well, it just didn't seem practical to me. Knit socks cost at least twice as much as store socks (I'm even talking the fancy, sold singley, patterned socks, not the bag o'socks), and it takes me half an hour to go through Target and buy a pair whereas knitting a sock takes days. DAYS. For socks. Socks that I wear on my feet and funk up with foot sweat. I figured I may as well just stick the ball of yarn in my armpit, the end result is the same.

I usually don't even read about socks. Sure, I'll comment when someone makes a pretty pair, or if the socks are technical masterpieces. In the back of my mind I'm impressed, in the same way I'm impressed with child birth. I'm still not reading the details because like children, I'm not making them, so my brain skims over the details of their coming to be.

But I read a lot of blogs. A lot of blogs. Too many blogs, if my job performance means anything. And gradually I became a tiny bit interested. Y'all LOVE socks. From what I can tell, 99.9% of the knitters out there would gladly do gangbang porn if it meant they could keep knitting socks. Socks socks socks.

So, being that I am a total sheep, I caved and I bought the sock yarn (fourteen &^%$#! dollars?!?!) and the tee-tiny needles (size 2, later on I can use them to pick my teeth) and someday I may have a sock that I knit myself. We'll see if I find it enjoyable enough to take up gangbang porn again.

To be continued...