I am a little surprised to be telling you this, but it seems that I have an inner sock-knitter. To be truthful, I never saw the attraction in knitting socks (such thin yarn, such small needles...) Then, for Christmas, baby E (child of the wriggliest toes) was given a pair of hand-knit socks, and they were the ONLY pair that had ever stayed on his feet. So, I decided that I would have a try at knitting him a pair myself. I splashed out on a skein of delicious Koigu PPPM on a Christmas trip to Loop, bought a set of tiny double -pointed needles, and cast on.
It turns out that sock knitting is actually really satisfying. Even the turning of the heel wasn't as tricky as I thought it would be.I am now halfway through the second sock, and still, I am loving it. Who knew!?
When I finish this teeny weeny pair, perhaps I will go crazy and cast on a pair for myself. Perhaps...
PS: I love, love, love your skirt! Also glad to see you channelling your inner Jean Shrimpton...
(Details of the socks are over on Ravelry.)