The Yarn Harlot's graceful solution to one's desire to have an out-of-control verbal reaction: Say nothing. Knit. Knit. Knit. Have you ever known somebody who claimed to want you to share your inner thoughts but was, frankly, wanting you to do so in order to use it as a weapon against you? Say nothing. Write nothing. Knit. Knit. Knit.
I found this charming photo and blog entry through Kristin Nicholas' blog entry today. Primitive sock knitting has been on my mind for a number of reasons, but the origins of sock knitting in general fascinate me. I also discovered that I love seeing photos on your blogs of well-worn handknit socks. Socks are meant to be worn out. If you're ever given handknit socks, the best compliment you can give the knitter is to wear them often.
For my Socktoberfest recap, my goal was to focus on sock knitting, acquire some never-before-tried sock yarn from small independent producers and visit new-to-me blogs of Socktoberfest 2006 participants. There was one small project I had in mind for Socktoberfest that I didn't get to complete -- a short video of me knitting socks. I will eventually have a link to a sock-knitting video in my sidebar, but the only videotaping equipment I had access to was seriously lacking for this project.
From last year's photo archives:
Hable Construction inspires me. The Hable pincushion is in my kitchen where I can see it every morning as a reminder to be curious, adventurous, and grateful. With so many family tragedies along with unnecessary drama last year, I really just wanted peace in 2006. And I've had that. In 2007, it's time to launch and fly.