I found the project I wanted to knit. It wasn’t a new one, like the washcloth in Fibra Natura’s Cottonwood banged out in two days, or the Pinwheel Blanket started the other night. It’s the Latvian Sock.
Who’d have thought? Certainly not me. But the only thing that progresses slower than this sock is the city bus system, and after several rides to and from work, not to mention the time spent *waiting* for said buses to arrive, I worked down the leg, through the heel flap and heel, and past the gusset. Now I’m sailing down the foot. Woohoo!
This, I believe, is the thing of it. When I’m doing the leg of a first sock, it seems like there’s so much to go. The heel area is always fun, because of the little tricks employed to make the tube twist so the top and bottom halves meet at a (roughly) 45º angle. I always feel very clever at this point, even though I am only following the instructions that someone has written out for me. Once I hit the foot, I feel like I’m in the home stretch, and it’s a race to see how fast I can get to the end.
An aside: socks are incredibly hard to photograph at this stage. They won’t lay flat.
The second sock has a separate set of issues for me, i.e., can I make the second one the same size as the first, and how much can it be off before the difference becomes noticeable? This is always fraught with anxiety. But for now, I’ve got my perfect project, and am happy as a clam watching my Latvian sock go round and round, closer and closer to the toe.