A few days ago I needed to move my dresser. I was doing a tiny bit of rearranging, but nobody was home to help me. So, I removed the drawers to make it lighter.
While doing so, I caught sight of my sock drawer.
Folks, I think I have a problem.
I’m addicted to socks.
And not just ordinary socks but hand-knit ones.

There are 11 pairs in the picture above. Not pictured is the pair I made for Chicky’s teammate, and the pair that Molly chewed up. That takes the total to 13.
Last night, I cast of sock #1 of my 14th pair.
Does a person really need so many pairs of socks? Why continue to buy sock yarn?
Non-yarnies don’t understand the trance that comes over a fiber artist when entering a yarn store. Everyone has a favorite brand, weight, or fiber. Some are drawn by a particular color. My friend, Rabbitrescuer, loves green, and her stash on Ravelry reflects that.
For me, it’s sock yarn. It beckons me like a siren. The yarn lures me with its beautiful colors and promises of smooshiness. The soft textures soothe my nerves and invoke a feeling of safety.
Wearing hand-knit socks is an indulgence, I’ll admit. To have a pair of socks tailored specifically to my long feet is simply divine. The fun patterns become centerpieces for interesting conversations with coworkers, friends, and even complete strangers.
I considered taking a picture of the sock yarn in my stash, but the Mr. recently started reading my blog, and I fear that he would not be too happy to see all of my stash in one place. In his case, ignorance is bliss.
Now, don’t be thinking that I need intervention, because I won’t go. This is not an addiction I want to be cured off. Once you knit your first pair, you’re hooked. It’s fairly harmless, cheaper than cigarettes, and serves a purpose.
Look out needles…here I come. I’m casting on sock #2 of my newest and wildest pair.
Stay tuned!
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