Nothin’ like a little family guilt to get me knitting!
Before heading out to North Carolina to see my sister and her family (and Olive), I knitted 3 pairs of socks for my sister and 1 pair each for my nephews. As most of you know, I like knitting with wool. I love the way that wool just grabs at its self and just hangs on for practically dear life. I am not fond of the way that cotton or other plant fibers stretch over time. So a few days before my departure my sister and I had one of those heart to heart discussion: her husband would love a pair of socks.
These are how they turned out:
Here’s my pledge: I will never make that mistake again. And here’s my thought process on why I didn’t make my brother-in-law a pair of socks: North Carolina can be pleasant in the springtime but super hot in the summer, so I ask, why would my brother-in-law want a pair of 100% wool socks??? Like I said earlier, trust me, I will never make that mistake again (he’s a lawyer).
So here enters my sister’s oldest child, right on cue: “Aunt Sarah, did you know that I just love my new socks? I love them so much, that I would just love another pair. Did you know it’s my birthday in a few weeks?” Hint taken directly between my eyes. Off to the local yarn shop I go …
Olive took me to The Salty Sheep in Swansboro, North Carolina. Can I just say, “Knitting heaven!” I have spoken to the owner, Peggy, several times on the telephone to order gift certificates. So it was nice to go into the shop and meet her face-to-face.
|My nephew's birthday socks|
But I didn’t just walk out of The Salty Sheep with a pair of socks for my nephew; I also walked out with yarn for a sweater from my brother-in-law who really liked my father’s new sweater. Basically, I got “double-teamed” in the shop by Olive and my father.
Olive: “Don’t panic. This knits up really fast.”
My dad: “I’ll buy.”
So how can I pass that up??? A fast knit and my father is buying the yarn. This did not take a rocket scientist’s equation in order to say, “Yes, wrap it up!”
And before anyone from my brother’s family reads this post and starts saying, “Hey, what about me?” I remembered that Vodka’s youngest son has a pair of slippers that I knitted for him 2 years ago. I am afraid to ask what state they are in and so yes, I am knitting a pair of socks for him as well. So, enough with the guilt! I should be knitting!
Therapy session – over!
The Martini Knitter