Hand knit socks…I have a friend who calls them “a hug for your feet”. I’ve longed to learn this mysterious craft. I know two people who are avid sock knitters. They’ve reassured me it’s not as complicated as it looks, but I’ve always had my doubts. This summer I decided it was time to face the challenge and finally learn!
With time on my hands, I scoured the Internet looking for the easiest beginner pattern I could find. I finally found this one, Easy peasy sock pattern. I searched my stash for yarn, not waiting to spend money on my first attempt. I found some really old (we’re talking 80s) yarn. I watched YouTube videos and followed the detailed instructions.
I breezed through it until it was almost complete. I was so impressed with myself. It was a whole new knitting experience. But…I did NOT like the yarn. So, I quickly decided to pitch the project and start with a nicer yarn. That’s how I begin not knitting socks.
All summer long I sat by the lake at our trailer and didn’t knit socks. Mistake after mistake I knit along and pulled out my partially knit socks. It was pretty funny. People would come by and ask, ” What are you knitting?” “Socks!” I’d answer proudly. But I never finished one…not one, let alone a pair. Something would always go wrong. Stitches would fall out. I’d end up with a hole. I counted wrong. Any mistake that could happen did. And so, I didn’t knit socks! I just practised.
It was interesting, because I was never really discouraged. Somehow I knew that I’d “get it”. When I’d feel overwhelmed, I’d switched it up and knit a dishcloth. That provided instant satisfaction and a feeling of success.Here are pictures of some of my partially knit socks.
With two weeks left in the summer, I gave up. I started going in to school to get ready for the upcoming school year. I had no time or energy left for knitting. It was all I could do to prepare my classroom and make dinner. Pain took over and I had trouble thinking. I knew that I’d try again, but it couldn’t happen with everything else that was happening.
I only lasted about two weeks at work. I was in complete agony and my ankle pain took over my life and messed with me psychologically. I crashed again and went off work the third week of school. Devastated and sad, I had no idea how to face my days. I decided to go back to the sock knitting, first one pair, then another. I was hooked.
When my days were dark and hopeless, I knit. I knit socks and watched Neflix. Around and around I’d go, counting rows, slipping stitches, decreasing, picking up stitches. Sock knitting kept my mind from dangerous places and provided me with some purpose while I sat home alone. I became addicted.
Socks are simple to knit. They are a fast project and provide such a sense of satisfaction and success. They also provide a big punch!! Who doesn’t love a handknit sock? I’ve already given some away. My kids are asking if I’d knit some for their friends. I’ve been scoping out yarn at different stores, trying to find the perfect cozy sock yarn. I now have a tub of socks. They are all different colours, sizes, shapes. Each pair unique and handknit with love.
I spent this past week at doctors appointments everyday. I have a village taking care of me…a psychologist, two pain specialists, my surgeon and my family doctor. I feel fortunate to have access to this quality of care. I am knitting socks still. I now have an occasional flicker of light. My socks have helped me in recovery. And my loved ones will have warm feet as a result of my illness. How great is that? I honestly encourage all of you to learn to knit socks. I’d love to teach you!