Knitting a literal pile of socks. Nine legs in the pile so far, but one more is about to be cast on as soon as I figure out which yarn, making an even ten. I’m working the legs of all ten “at a time”, then I will work the heels, then the feet, then the toes. Eventually all of them will see their sock mate I am certain, and if you consider the second sock to all these, there are twenty socks underway. I am testing my eight styles of my forthcoming sock ensemble, and at the same time trying out the size run. I am finding a balance in waiting out the weeks, floating through spring with plenty of yarn and birch dpns at the ready, trying NOT to get strung out over the details this time.
I just can’t see coming down for landing any time soon. That’s me here, now, and in spite of the long wait in going home to our rebuilt house, life is good.