Look, Kathrin!

Thirteen years ago, Kathrin taught me to knit. My motivation was to make socks. I wanted a pair of socks to be my first project. She was having none of that. Rightfully so. Socks are not a good first project. You need to work out the kinks on a scarf or a dishcloth or something simple.

Well, not only were they not a good first project for me, they weren't a good 2nd, 3rd, 10th or even 20th project. Thirteen years later, I am finally knitting my first pair of socks. (This is where my mother tries to pipe up and contradict.) I made my mother some socks, it is true. But they were 2 needle socks with side seams I had to sew up. They were not the real deal, knit in the round on teeny tiny needles socks.

Last night, after I finished the other project (finally!) I could allow myself to start on these socks for Dorian. They look huge, but I swear I'm following the pattern exactly this time. No fudging, no making shit up as I go along. So if they are too big, they are too big. But you and I both know how that child can grow.

The best part of this whole project is that I finally get to use self-striping yarn. Even a basic stockinette stitch is thrilling when the color changes all by itself every once in a while. And knowing that I don't have to weave in a million ends to have a fancy pattern... it makes my heart skip a beat!