So, here is the sad tale of my holey socks.

I knit my first ever pair of socks back in February 2005. I had never tried knitting with dpns, so bought a kit from Angel Yarns and after a few false starts, produced my first ever pair.  When they were finished, they looked like this:

I can still remember the wonder as the yarn magically changed as I knit and my amazement as I turned the heel and my knitting was sock shaped! 

And so began my sock knitting addiction hobby. I had grand dreams of knitting myself one pair for every day of the week. No longer would my feet be made to wear “5 pairs for £2″ socks from George at Asda…

But it didn’t work out like that. I knitted socks for everyone except me. I started several socks, which were frogged because they got put aside for other projects, and then I lost interest in them. Socks for other people? No problem. Even if they took a month, they’d be done. Socks for me? Frogged quicker than you could say “double pointed needles”, or left to gather dust, like the never-ending Jaywalkers.

But oh, how I loved my single solitary pair of knitted socks. My feet were warm and snug and comfy and wearing them was bliss. Because they were the only pair I had, they got washed and worn again rather too often, which leads me to the current sad state of affairs.

My socks have holes. Not just one small one, but several, and holes inside the holes. Before long, there will be more hole than sole.

And I have reached an important decision. I NEED NEW SOCKS NOW!

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