Friday, 1 June 2007

One day, my friend...

you will be a sock.

This is a big moment for me as a knitter. I am attempting the Dreaded Sock. Whether this is dreaded because the wool is extra-fine, the pattern is more complex than anything I've done or the five needles are sending me insane I am yet to decide.

The wool came via a colleague who picked it up at Heath's Country Store in Nottinghamshire or thereabouts. I am seriously considering a wool-expedition but seeing as I've yet to make it to Vauxhall to check out I Knit London it's unlikely I will make it across the county line. But I can dream. Just like my sock.

3 comments:

Ella said...

What, your sock can dream??

karen said...

Absolutely. All socks dream, it's just some dream of the gutter and others of the stars...

karen said...

How bout this? In your inbox yet?