I have found myself, a knitter with only 1 1/2 pair of socks to her credit, with a whopping three...four... FIVE skeins of sock yarn on it's way to my stash. Five. 3 in my hands (from Knitorious), one down the street (soon to be delivered by a Japanese man smelling of sandalwood or cookies for the bargain price of $2 shipping - oh wait, she refunded shipping because she's just down the street. Damn!) and one from somewhere on the internet. And tomorrow there will be more because a certain shop is updating and no I'm not going to tell you which one because you might buy something I want before I can get it.
I think I caught some sort of sock yarn virus.
*Yes, I know that the title reflects a nomenclature more fitting for a tree or bacteria than a virus, but the science geeks weren't at knitting last night for me to ask. Marsha? Are you having fun?
Is this how it starts? You knit a pair of socks. You buy a few skeins from Etsy. A year goes by. Then you post on Ravelry some questions about making any sock pattern fit. And they tell you. So you knit another a pair. A CookieA pair. Then the levee breaks and you're surrounded by 75%merino/25%nylon/hand-painted/so cutely named you think your dream job at Opi might be with yarn instead/I'd never pay this much for a pair of socks but it's such SQUEAL! pretty sock yarn. And it's payday.
It's not pretty. Well, the sock yarn is. I'll show you pics when it all comes in. There are some local ones I want you to see.
Does this make me a sock knitter?