Sick, Sock, Suck

I have been sick for a week and have spent much of the time feeling sleepy and weepy. Today I am feeling a tad better and have not had to lie down at all. I cheer myself up with the picture showing the view from Mum's sitting room window in Durham. The Cathedral is in the background and on Thursday evenings they practise the bell ringing and the sounds float out over the city. She has house plants and flowers all along the window-sill and crystals and mirrors hanging down to reflect the light and stop the birds from flying into the window.






I got sick of socks too. In fact I got to the stage where I had decided that "socks suck". That's probably because I knitted so many without a break. I did them from right to left in the picture.
I had pinned them up from left to right and then spun the Hill's Hoist around to get a better bit of garden as background.
I've worn the blue ones but the rest are all still virgins. In fact I now have this dreadful maternal instinct about them. How can I give them away and who too?




I dont know why I feel so possessive about them. They are not beautifully done. Although I admit that I have "improved" the amount of ventilation at the ankles as can be seen here. Red sock is sock one/pair two and still has fanlights at the ankle turn and pick up. The Motley sock is the most recent and shows no light through the same stitches at the turn, only through the slightly lacy pattern.





Okay. I have not knitted a sock for about two weeks or so now and I'm getting over the sock-saturation. I was able to get them out and photograph them for posterity. I have started other projects. I have even looked eagerly at "Knitting on the Road" by Nancy Bush which Sue lent me. More socks!

But, now I have started I can understand why other knitters always have a sock on the needles. I shall just go and cast on "Dalarna" before I prepare a very late lunch.
Cheers Gillian