Here I am in Seattle, minding my own business and doing and interview, and I look down at the sock I’m working on because I can’t figure out what to do next, the sock seems to have stalled in my hands…
and that’s because it’s done. Finished.
I was so surprised that you could have knocked me over with a feather. This is the Travelling sock that I started when Casts Off came out, and it has been everywhere I’ve been since March. Somehow, even just observing the travelling sock rule, which is to just knit a few rounds after each time I take it’s picture, it’s done.
Huh. Guess you get socks no matter how slowly you knit, even if it’s only a few stitches per week.
I suppose I had better cast on its mate before I get to the event tonight. I’m a little lonely without it.