I seem to have become, without intent or awareness, an obsessive sock-knitter within a dangerously short amount of time. This past winter, I wore only hand-knit socks. Mind you, I
have had only six pair of hand-knit socks in my sock drawer at any one time most of the winter. The youngest pair is pictured to the right, and they took nearly a year to knit. My habit before their completion was to have a small knitting project close-to-hand at all times whether I knit regularly on them or not, and that usually meant a sock on double-pointed needles somewhere in whatever bag I was carrying. Mostly, however, I kept myself busy knitting larger items.
Well. For 141 days (thanks to Ravelry.com for helping me track such things) I carried around those socks-in-progress until the 8th of October 2012. Then, once they were done, I rested from socks for all of 5 days before beginning and completing another pair (in 60 days), then another (101 days), then another (42 days), and another (21), another (43), another (15) and another (16), sometimes pausing for a day or two or more before beginning another pair, sometimes beginning a new pair before the former was quite complete, but most often casting on for a new pair with the same needles off which the former pair was just cast not unlike a chain-smoker lighting her next cigarette off the cigarette she’s almost-but-not-quite done dragging on. As a result, my sock supply is more than doubled and I am more than amply prepared for what might be, if my sock supply is any indication, the most wicked winter ever to grace Rochester, NY in a millennium.
Here’s the scary part. I am nearly halfway done with another pair that I began the day I finished the last pair pictured here (5 August) and while we were traveling in Maine I added four more skeins of sock yarn to a sock yarn stash I had only barely begun to dent. Somebody stop me!
Or don’t bother. There might be absolutely nothing wrong with me. Indeed, I might just be one of the few people you count worth knowing come the snowpocalypse. And, unlike the zombie apocalypse? The snowpocalypse has a snowball’s chance of comin’!