A year ago I was on the verge of knitting socks. Now I have a sock going in my purse all the time.
A year ago the kitchener stitch was the death of me. Now I see the simple rhythm of knit, purl, purl, knit. A mantra, stockinette smooth.
I'm knitting socks.
1 comment:
I sometimes toy with the idea of learning to knit. You make it seem appealing. But Iggy's too hot-blooded to wear scarves.
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