Tripping about the neighbourhood, window-shopping, I ended up at knitters’ heaven (aka Three Bags Full @ 30th and Main). Oh, sweet seduction.
A riot of colour and texture hung in tasty, twisted skeins of merino, alpaca, and cashmere.
A pleasure to both sight and touch.
I’m not a knitter myself, but inside the shop I was converted.
I became obsessed with a wee basket of knitted samples – socks in a variety of styles. These were not the horrific, bulky ordeals that I have always associated with handmade socks. These lovelies were delicate and sculptural. A pair crafted from a silky-thin, buttery-soft merino wool would outshine – and probably outlast – any of the fugly cotton/spandex store bought pairs in my sock drawer.
Now all I want to do is make socks.
Crap – just what I need, another distraction.
Not knitting but…