Remember this hand spun sock yarn?
It had a long journey toward becoming a pair of socks. Here we are early on, on the train…
On my way to a meeting at work. Five minutes early, enjoying the sunshine and shrubs… knitting down the heel.
Visiting a friend in hospital (and past the heel flap on sock 1)…
Here we are on our way to Newcastle to blockade a coal port–second sock started. I got a lot of knitting done during train travel and nonviolence training (for an entire day–some climate change activists don’t muck about!) and there was another knitter in the training, too!
Then I noticed late in the life of sock 2 that sock 1 and sock 2 were a bit different. I made some adjustments. Finally, I went over to my friend’s house for a try on. Turns out that the stretchy factor in knitting sorts out a multitude of small spinning and knitting crimes. It’s common ground between us that if he doesn’t care, I don’t either. Usually he goes further than not caring and is pretty pleased about the whole woollen sock thing. Fantastic attitude.
Here he is showing customary forbearance as a sock model. Note hand knit sock on other foot. Come to think of it, note hand spun, hand knit jumper in use years after being dyed with eucalypt. This is the attitude to hand knits that gets you another pair of socks in my circle of beloveds!