Last night, I Kitchenered the toes and wove in the ends on the latest pair of socks for S. Now, don’t get me wrong, he is the most appreciative of knitwear receivers. But . . . handknit socks have been multiplying around here (about as fast as bunnies) and so, I was not too surprised that neither he nor I were quite as effusive about the FO as we were about the 1st or even the 7th pair of socks to come off the needles.
And that was particularly nice. A real turning point. Handmade socks have become the new normal. How nice. How very, very nice that is. I mean, I do have two more pairs cast on . . . with one sock of each pair already finished and bound off. So, if we were to celebrate each sock with a cupcake party (not that this would be a bad idea . . .), it would mean a lot of cupcakes. Here is the best reward: a happy man in some finished socks.
Pattern: How I Make My Socks by Susan B. Anderson