Knitting on the wild side

I don't lead a very exciting life. I'm a stay at home mom, who loves her kids most days, and reminds myself I love them on those other days. And despite being highly educated, I spend my days playing taxi driver to the stars, cooking, cleaning, coordinating parish events, cleaning some more, volunteering at the school, writing a bit, walking less than I need to, gardening, and knitting.

Knitting a sock or two, preferably two, is something you can carry to track meets, dance competitions, Girl Scout meetings, religious education classes, and other parish meetings. Knitting gives the old hands something to do. Generally I knit baby socks for family, friends and for the parish to donate to hospitalized babies.

At the last Crafters for Christ meeting a skein of yarn called to me. It was just like the pirate's gold was calling to Barbossa's men when they found Elizabeth Swann. It was not sock yarn. It was heavy, but very soft. I wondered, "Could I make socks with this?" I would have to use larger needles, and maybe follow the baby sock pattern.

Talk about blowing the gauge. These socks are basically the same pattern. For the larger sock I knit a few more rows here and there to give it a better shape. Pretty wild... for a knitter. And to think I have the opportunity to knit the mate. Be still my heart.