As I have mentioned before, I am not a big fan of winter weather. And the last two weeks have reminded me why, with a cold snap of temperatures in the minus forties, before the windchill. Top that off with a couple of power outages that shut down the fan on the furnace, and you have one cold, cranky woman on your hands. However, this nastiness has given me an excuse to wear all my little self-indulgent socks that I've been knitting.
Now, I knit a lot of socks. There is always a sock-in-progress in my purse, for those moments when I am waiting in line, sitting in a coffee shop, or stuck in traffic. There is usually a half-knit sock on the coffee table, too. But do I personally have a large collection of hand-knit socks? Of course not! I don't really know where all those socks I knit go--kids, Steve's sock drawer, friends, I suppose--but sometime last winter, I realized that I had only 1 pair of my own knit socks, and they were looking pretty threadbare.
So on my travels over the spring and summer, I collected a few little skeins of, shall we say, indulgent sock yarns. Alpaca blends, silk blends, superwash Merino--handpainted and luxurious. Mmm, mmm, mmm. And then I used the hours in airports, on airplanes, and in the passenger seat to actually use these yummy yarns. I made myself some socks.