The other day, I pulled on my second pair of handmade socks and realised something very important: I need to make more socks. Many more socks.
So I set about doing just that. In the space of a week, I have turned one ball of somewhat brightly-coloured wool into a lovely warm sock (which, alas, has been rendered irrelevant by a sudden pocket of warm weather). It all went down a little like this:
Socks are brilliant things to make as they require very little attention apart from a couple of pivotal points. And they’re such satisfying items of clothing to create. There are few things as good as pulling on a pair of cosy warm socks that you made yourself.
The second sock is well under way now, so all I need is for the weather to turn cold and I will have the brightest feet around.