I decided to cast on a pair of socks at 10 o'clock last night. I regret nothing.
Never mind that I don't exactly know how to knit socks. I had I Can't Believe I'm Knitting Socks on hand. I had needles. And goodness knows I have yarn.
Never mind that I didn't work a gauge swatch. I just figured that since my gauge runs big, and my ankle was measuring somewhere in the 'medium' size, I could just take some Size 2 needles and some yarn and go for it.
I had bought the yarn on clearance at Michaels a few weeks ago. It was the first time I looked at sock yarn and thought "I want to make socks with you!" Normally I see a scarf or hat or maybe a pair of baby bootees in a skein of sock yarn. But never socks.
I'm not sure what was special about this yarn, but I liked the colors. They were cheerful and maybe even optimistic. I ascribe a lot of anthropomorphic qualities to yarn. Don't act like you haven't done the same thing. Anyway, I felt like we could accomplish something magical (I'm talking about the yarn and me), so I bought it and kept waiting for a time when I could get started on this sock knitting my knitting group friends kept telling me was so easy.
And then last night....I don't know. I was watching TV and I was thinking of something to do and I just wanted to try knitting socks. So I did.
The trying part, obviously. I didn't get very far. But I am knitting a sock right now! And then I'll knit another one!
I can already tell that the cuff is just a bit too small for me to even think about trying them on, so I've already decided they'll be for my little girl. She loves her store-bought 'rainbow' socks with all their multicolored stripes (so much so that she owns several pairs), so why not a pair of knitted socks? I'm already fantasizing about a pair of Pippi Longstocking-looking socks on her. She is my favorite person to knit for, and these are looking pretty stretchy. I'm hoping the roominess will mean she'll have better luck putting them on all by herself, because her independence is about as important to her as colorful socks.*
I haven't quite learned how to gracefully handle 4 needles at once, but that's fine. It took me a while to get the hang of 3 needles once upon a time, and I've only been doing this for a few rows. And even if this sock doesn't work out, there's always the next one!
I might have caught the yarn's optimism.
*Very little is more important to this two-year-old than her rainbow socks and her independence. At least, that's how things are this week. I hope she still likes socks in general by the time I finish these!