Sock Knitting In The Library
I’m sure this will shock any knitters in my audience, but you’d be surprised at how many people regard you strangely when you pull off your shoe, remove your sock, put the sock you were just knitting onto your foot, pull out a digital camera, and take a picture of the half-completed sock in the middle of a library. Strange but true.
The patrons of Smathers Library were greeted by just such a display earlier this week when I was knitting on the companion alpaca sock:
It amazes me a bit to think that absolutely none of that sock existed beyond the component skein of baby alpaca yarn just a little over a week ago. Even more entertaining to me is the fact that both socks are tied to events in my life. I knit the first alpaca socks back during the hurricanes that hit Florida in 2004, and I knit the bulk of this sock during my excursion to and through Massachusetts.
I’ve had to own up recently to the fact that I’m a born sock knitter. I enjoy making socks far more than I enjoy any other type of knitting project—which is saying an awful lot because I truly enjoy knitting almost anything.