No matter how many times I check these socks...
I didn't tell you this about the Noro Stripe Fest socks before because I had hoped that they would work things out in the cupboard, between themselves, in the dark, over time.
But NUP! Nothing. Not a thing. Not a stretch. Not a shrink. Zippo. Zilch.
Yes most people have one foot longer than the other but THREE CENTIMETERS?!
You don't know anyone do you, with one foot THREE CENTIMETERS longer than the other? 'Cause these socks are looking for a new cupboard.
No matter how much attention I pay the 2 ply on 5mm needles lace thingy...
It turned out to be a one night stand after all. Well, a series of one night stands really.
Now I'm a girl that LOVES the doing. Yes getting to the end bit is pretty damn fab.
But the DOING, that's pretty damn fab too, to linger over, luxuriate in, at the same time content in what you know and surprised by the things you don't.
Making lace? It's... it's... it's like playing GOLF that's what it's like. Extremely frustrating, infuriating even. I'm not a nice golfer. I think I might not be a nice lace maker.
there are always pretty pink bobby socks to return to.