I'm knitting another pair of plain socks. I'm using Swizzle, which I've never used before, but it is nice enough. I'm not even sure about the recipient. See, I was at church on Sunday (we go to a Unitarian Univeralist Church). A big part of the service is where we share our joys and sorrows with everyone else. This woman who I don't really know got up and shared that her father committed suicide the week before. She looked so sad - I just felt compelled to knit her some socks:
But - the farther away I get from the service, the more insecure I feel about giving these. Is it strange to get a pair of hand knit socks from a random person? I can't decide.
In other sock news, this year, I joined the Woolgirl Sock Club - and WOW! What an amazing package. We got CASHMERE sock yarn. I've never made a pair of cashmere socks before. And loads of other treats (chocolate, hand cream, a silk knitting bag). I think the color is wonderful for me - I'm so done with winter!
I'm going to cast on for these the second I finish those plain socks.
OR. I may cast on for Primrose Path from the new spring Twist. I freaking LOVE this pattern. But am I capable of knitting anything other than socks anymore? We shall see.