A lot of my socks are not in very awesome condition. Quite a few have holes, or are starting to wear pretty thin on the toes or heels. This doesn't stop me from wearing them, of course – they're still good socks – but it is admittedly hard to wear a sock when it falls from the hole-y line to the limp-pile-of-thread line. The dryer also does its fair share of eating away at my sock collection – it takes many a sock to keep a dryerbeast satisfied.
One doesn't ever want to mess with an unsatisfied dryerbeast.
But beasts aside, the easiest way to replenish a fallen sock collection is, of course, to go out and buy more socks. This requires actually going out someplace that isn't school or work, though, and is therefore unattainable in any usual week.
So I chose to do things the hard way; I've moved from knitting hats to knitting socks.
Except for the fact that the sock takes at least four times as long as a hat (so far, and this is just one sock, not even talking about the second of the pair), and that the stitches are getting all unsightly and seperated where they join up to make the tube, and that trying to shape the instep is making the sock eat me, things are going just peachy.
I may have a pair of malformed, misshapen, gap-laden socks (and they were supposed to solve my problem with gaps in socks) in time for next fall. Whoo.
One doesn't ever want to mess with an unsatisfied dryerbeast.
But beasts aside, the easiest way to replenish a fallen sock collection is, of course, to go out and buy more socks. This requires actually going out someplace that isn't school or work, though, and is therefore unattainable in any usual week.
So I chose to do things the hard way; I've moved from knitting hats to knitting socks.
Except for the fact that the sock takes at least four times as long as a hat (so far, and this is just one sock, not even talking about the second of the pair), and that the stitches are getting all unsightly and seperated where they join up to make the tube, and that trying to shape the instep is making the sock eat me, things are going just peachy.
I may have a pair of malformed, misshapen, gap-laden socks (and they were supposed to solve my problem with gaps in socks) in time for next fall. Whoo.