I want to knit socks so bad. After two weeks in the field and two weeks of my feet in their work boots, I am reminded of the value of a good pair of thick work socks. Winter approaches, and steel-toed boots means steel-cold toes.
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| My favorite knit hat courtesy of darling Sheila |
One time I helped a lady sitting next to me on an airplane knit a sock. It was then that I learned about knitting in the round.
She also happened to be a psychic who could communicate with the dead, and she told me my Grandpa said hi (among other things that are none of your business). I was coming home from his funeral, after all. No joke.
Anyway, I haven't knit a stitch of a sock since then. They intimidate the hell out of me with all their turning and heels and toes and seances. I wonder whatever happened to the psychic sock knitter? Her name was Sam.
What better socks to knit to soothe my toes' woes than anthropology themed socks? See the following, among others:
So, somebody get to it. These socks aren't going to knit themselves. As you can see, I'm far too busy to do it myself.
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| Can you guess which one is me? |
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