I’ve blogged about this before… being a rabid sock knitter, and a fan of absurdly-colored sock yarns (I am pathalogically unable to resist a self-striping yarn with orange or green in it), I have a drawer full of brightly colored socks.
But sometimes, particularly if one is trying to look sensible, one needs a pair of black socks.
I have, in the past, bought the black socks and knitted the fun ones… but this year, I’ve been taking a different approach. I have been knitting my own black socks.
The other, more sneaky objective of this project is that it has allowed me to buy more sock yarn without guilt. Seriously, I have a healthy stash of sock yarn (much but not all of it self-striping oranges… ) and I really was having a hard time justifying buying more. Until I landed upon this new project… Hey, I didn’t own any black sock yarn, so I just had to buy some.
People have also been kindly donating black sock yarn to me. Sensible people, who fear for their eyesight. More than one knitter has given me a skein, remarking that they had planned to make socks for a man (apparently, black socks are a boy thing), but then they realized that they would hate the project. And so they have given me the yarn.
Between other projects, I have been slowly chipping away at the heap of black sock yarn. And to keep things fun, I have been knitting with some variegated sock yarns, too. But still in black and white, to keep with the theme…
My recent production:
I think my sock drawer is just about ready for fall.