Yarn overs, slipped stitches on thinnest slivers of wood
spaces appear at set intervals, gaps with meaning
sliding and turning
circles of purpose and pattern
music in fibre gradually growing
covering toes with love.
Usually socks have me. They come in pairs and that challenges me. One is fine, but the thought of doing it all over again just causes procrastination of epic proportions. This time however, I have to overcome.