I hate socks.  I really do.  So why am I contemplating knitting some?

A challenge I guess….. or I am nuts…

I have been knitting for years.  I have made adult sweaters, baby sweaters, bonnets and booties, scarves, hats and afghans by the yard.  Actually, the year I gave up the horrible tobacco stuff, I made 6 afghans – a world record I think.  I should have called Guiness…wonder if there is a world record category for that?

But back to socks….Since re-igniting my knitting fetish this past summer,  I have been talking to a neighbour who makes socks by the thousands.  She says they are easy. Pfft…maybe for her, but seeing as I have been recently exposed to DPN’s (Double Pointed Needles) to tackle mittens, I figured the next logical step was socks.

But I HATE socks!!!!

Did I mention I hate socks?

So my first attempt at making them will be for my daughter, as she LOVES socks (weirdo, have no idea where she gets it from) and even though she is a full-fledged adult, she still happily loves to get socks for Christmas (I know…crazy eh?).

So I bought some sock yarn, which is pretty thin stuff….like baby yarn, and it is sitting on the back of the ‘run-neth over desk’ (the catch all zone for miscellaneous stuff in my office/sewing room) staring at me….challenging me….and I swear – mocking me with its cyclops eye (can you tell I am terrified?)

I have never shied from a challenge…yet…so stay tuned!