Lately, I've been feeling a real addiction to knitting socks. Nothing complicated, either; no lace or cables or any funny business. Just a simple toe-up stockingette tube with an afterthought heel, in self-striping yarn.
I'm not sure if it's because it's so meditative, or because sometimes life is too complicated to think about anything but stockingette, or just because I need a dose of colour after the aforementioned neverending winter (which I'm sure anyone in the northern hemisphere is mighty tired of by now.) There is just something perfect about the simplicity of a sock like this.
Immediately after finishing the pink ones, I pulled out my next set of Felici yarns and began these. I mourned the yarn all over again, since it's such a pleasure to knit that I had a hard time putting them down. I love all the shades of purple of these ones, and finished them in about a week.
These colours are a bit more calm than the last pair, and nowhere near the riot of colour of my final Felici pair, now in (peaceful and meditative) production.
They don’t really talk to me anymore
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