So I finally decided to see what all the fuss was about. When I learned how to knit, socks were not on my list of things I was excited to make…The whole thing just sounded so old fashioned and outdated. I mean, who actually wears handknitted socks?
And then Ravelry happened.
(ok, so maybe not quite so dramatic, because I read a few knitting blogs where people were making socks, and I thought they might be kind of cute, but I didn’t really realize the scope of the sock mania until Ravelry)
It seemed like every other thread was about socks and making socks! There are groups dedicated to socks, threads with thousands of responses, over 6,000 patterns to knit/crochet socks (on Ravelry, there are more sock patterns than baby patterns and cardigans), books, specially made yarns, thousands of sock projects, and even a support group for sock-making addicts complete with a 12 step program.
But all of this still did not have me knitting socks. See, I was wary. Countless times I heard, read, and seen that knitting socks was ADDICTIVE. I tend to get hooked on things and wasn’t sure if I was responsible and mature enough to decide that I was ready to try socks.
Then, D, my best friend and ever enabling corruptor (althought she staunchly denies that she had anything to do with any destruction of innocence and purity in any area of my life- read her blog and THEN decide), tells me that she wants to knit socks. D dabbled a bit in knitting several years ago and is still a little terrified of purling, but she is nothing if not ambitious. So I set on quest to find sock knitting tutorials and tips and tricks from connoisseurs (or addicts).
What I found was a terrific, easy to follow sock tutorial from cometosilver.com. I read it over, decided it was simple enough and we would use some cheap acrylic sportweight to practice first. D and I made plans to meet after work to pick out some yarn for our “final draft”. I found Newbury Yarns in Boston on Newbury St between Dartmouth and Exeter (very easy access from Copley Green Line or Back Bay Station, btw). It’s a cute little LYS, tucked in the back of the building- although the sign is small and not that eye-catching. There was a large selection of high-end yarn, many of which were imported. The owner was very helpful (she answered my questions when I asked and let me touch, sniff, and poke at all her yarn…none of that hovering) and the two of us chatted while I waited for D to show. My only disappointment was the lack of a selection for sock yarn. The owner said she was selling out quick but that she had ordered more. Since this was my first visit there, I am not sure if it’s a case of slow restocking on the owner’s part or simply that she ran out and was caught offguard quickly (it happens).
So D finally showed and we poked around at the yarn some more and I decided on going with a 100% merino wool in a baby fingering weight with purples, greens, and blues in it. D spent 20 minutes debating over what color to get while stealing lustful glances at the yarn I had chosen. Finally I convinced her to just get the same color as me since we are both heading back to school for the fall. 
I was heading to the RedSox game and went straight from the LYS, so I had my two balls of yarn in my purse. It was thoroughly disrtacting! Well, it started POURING as I was riding the T and i had to walk 20 mins in the rain, trying to sheild my favorite purse with my iPod, cell phones, and new yarn (in other words-some of my most prized possessions) in it. I finally get there and meet my dad, sis, and cousin and we proceed to our seats: FREEAKING MONSTER SEATS!!!!! I was soooo excited! WE had burgers for dinner at the Monster Grill and checked out the amazing view of Fenway. It was still raining, so we were crowded under an overhang. Eventually it was raining so hard we had to go inside and wait it out. The game got delayed, so we hung around inside: the guys drinking beers and my sis and I working on a crossword in the Metro I snagged off the T (i was kicking myself the whole time for not having any knitting on me…I could have gotten half a baby sweater done). It finaly stopped raining around 8 and we headed out to our seats and begin the awesome task of drying off the seats. Napkins and papertowels were futile. But thank god for my innovative mind and the Metro! the newspaper worked like a charm soaking up the water. So we finally get out seats all dried and they start uncovering the feild when there is the boom of thunder and a Fenway employee comes over and asks everyone on the Monster Seats to head inside because of lightening. After much standing around and speculation, the game is postponned until September 13…After classes begin for me and when I am in Baltimore!!! NOOOOOOO!!
If that wasn’t bad enough, we had to trek to the car which was parked 15 or 20 mins away. So not fair!
The only good thing that came out of the cancellation was me starting my practice socks.

Practice Socks- they match my duvet!