Wednesday, February 13, 2008

A "Mother's" Love

I am tickled to death about my very first knitted sock! Made from purple sheep's wool from my deceased grandmother's trip to New Zealand, it's warm, cozy, and hideous!

And yet there is beauty in it's holes and awkward seams. Each represents a learning curve. Somehow it fits like a dream and is now my most treasured sock because I made it (not quite all by myself, thanks Becca!).

I realize that only it's creator could love it like this, but it deserves the devotion simply because it actually looks like a sock (an effect I didn't really think I'd achieve). Now on to make it's mate who will hopefully be it's better half!