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.
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What, your sock can dream??
Absolutely. All socks dream, it's just some dream of the gutter and others of the stars...
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