(Not any pair of mine, but this photo perfectly captures what I mean. And I commend flickr user adamknits for knitting them. Man socks, that’s a lot of sock knitting, and the reason why my husband doesn’t have his own pair yet.)
Warm. Toasty. Feet.
I had not properly appreciated this wondrous thing until we moved into a 1930s era Crafstman-style house, complete with single-paned windows and drafty doors and big, heat-sucking chimneys (four of them!). It costs a lot to heat our house.
So what do I do when I am cold but don’t want to turn up the heater? I don my lovingly hand-knit wool socks, of which I now have four pair! I have lots of stash yarn for more, too. They’re really great. I wear them with a pair of fleece workout pants and big fluffy slippers, and it’s pretty decently warm. It also helps that my laptop sits over a heat vent, when the cat isn’t covering it (he does that well).
And since I only knit socks at the moment, I suppose this is a good thing.
By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish.
I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob.
Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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