A pair of dad-sized socks is nothing big in my world. They have come to be my zen knitting. I've done so many pairs, I believe I could knit them in my sleep if you handed me the needles. It takes me a week to crank out a pair if I'm diligent. In between the fogs of sleep and ickiness last week, I somehow managed to do a lot of knitting. And I do mean a lot. Here's the proof:
Not one, but two socks! Ready to be handed off to my dad as his second pair of Christmas socks this year. Not that I'm counting the pairs I've made him this year alone (5) or anything. I love to make them though, because no one appreciates a pair of hand made socks as much as my dad. It's all he wears. We've tailored them to fit him perfectly and while they look a bit strange when not on a foot, especially the toe, they fit him like a glove, eeeh sock. You should hear the disappointment in his voice when I had the nerve to cast on a sock that wasn't for him, let alone of my own design!
Next year I'll undoubtedly knit him an additional 4 pairs, as that seems to be the rate he goes through them. And yes, my mum darn them once or twice before they are so worn out they simply disintegrate.
Are you doing any Christmas knitting?
You knit those up pretty quickly! It's lovely that your dad appreciates the socks so much, that must make the knitting so much more rewarding.
ReplyDeleteYeah it never takes long... And it definitely makes it the most rewarding!
Deleteclassic, lovely grey socks- what an awesome gift! They look perfect.
ReplyDeleteThank you. They are a heavy modified version of Nancy Bush's Madder Ribbed Socks :)
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