Tomorrow is Labor Day here in the US.
That marks the unofficial end of summer and the official end of the Summer of Socks. For as long as I've been involved with the Summer of Socks, every summer, I have knit socks. Until this year. I have not knit a single sock, have not missed knitting socks and have only talked socks twice. Once with my best friend, who may be getting socks sooner rather than later and with a lady I met this morning at the yarn store. I tricked her into joining the Rav group before I left. That's my good deed for the day...
However, I did buy sock yarn.
I will never admit to how much sock yarn has been purchased this summer, but this is the most recent buy. No, not for me.
Why no socks this summer?
Because last summer was such a nightmare and, in a way, all I did that summer was knit socks. Oh, I did other stuff, too. My mother was dying and there were trips to the ER and hospital stays. There was bullshit drama, fake friends and people who just don't get it... and a lot of mindless socks knit while waiting.
No, not my normal socks full of love and magic. These were socks full of sorrow, frustration and loss. There will never be another summer of socks like that, and, for that, I am truly grateful.
So no socks.
However, it really is okay...
I'm working on a sweater.
A sweater from a pattern with no issues, dramas or mistakes. It's sort of brillant compared to recent projects.
Still no spinning. Still don't miss it. Although, occasionally fluff follows me home. Not entirely sure how that happens, but I don't mind.