Kristine’s “Socks that Rock”

(This post is a few days late due to a crashed server, but thanks to the resident magician we are up and running again. The system, however, isn’t letting me put up more than one picture at the moment, so the other things I was going to post about will each have to wait their turn.)

Beaded socks.

If you’ve ever put a pair of handknit socks on your feet, you know you never want to go back to anything less. There is nothing in the world… Which makes me wish that I loved to knit socks, but if you hand me a lovely merino sock yarn like this, rather than knit socks on 1.5 mm needles, I’ll make you a lace shawl out of it on 5.5s. The last pair of socks I knit went to Brian, one of my nurses at Stanford Hospital three years ago, as a thank you for his being willing to walk in his patients’ shoes. Clearly, then, some situations will get even me to knit socks, but going through and coming out of critical condition is a bit drastic of a method.

So. Earlier this week, I was having one of Those Days, when everything expensive broke, and and and. And the mail came. With a package from Vermont, a beautiful card inside wishing me the very best of days. My first skeins ever of Socks That Rock, already knitted up, and beaded, no less.

I have never attempted beaded knitting in my life. As a knitter, I am totally outclassed, and, slipping these over my toes, I could not possibly be happier. I am wearing them to my appointed tests at Stanford next week, as a way to say to the staff when I check in, Take good care of me: for I am well loved.

Thank you, Kristine.