I imagine myself living before the Industrial Revolution. I imagine myself choosing a profession (which, given the roles of women in those days brings this into the realm of true fantasy) and that profession would be sock knitter.
I knit socks for fun, to relax, to keep my hands busy, for the beauty and cleverness of them, and because I don't have to ask, "Does this make me look fat?" before wearing them.
Here is a photo of the first sock of this pair. I am going to give myself the benefit of the doubt and say that another sock just like it will appear in the next 4 or 5 days.
