A few weeks ago, when out on the road, my other half, whom I call Bear, asked what I had been doing that particular day. It was a day of odds and ends and knitting. As usual, I was knitting socks … my PeaPod socks and had in fact, pulled out some other wool and had just swatched it, contemplating another pair for myself, because I’ve been falling behind on my personal sock knitting. And so the conversation ensued:
Bear: Ahh knitting socks for you. That’s good.
Me: Yup. It’s going well. (as my brain is thinking about the pattern I’ll use for the new socks)
Bear: So when are you going to knit me a pair of socks?
Bear: Well you’ve been knitting socks for your Mom, and now for yourself, what about me? When do I get a pair of socks?
Me: What?!? (thinking I’m not hearing correctly … wondering if there is interference or loss of signal on his end)
Bear: I was looking for those socks you knit for me, you know those green ones, but I couldn’t find them and figured they had made their way back to your sock drawer, and I really want a pair of socks.
Silence for a few moments.
Me: Are you saying you want me to hand-knit you a pair of socks???
Bear: Yes! I want a pair of hand-knit socks.
Me: Socks??? Seriously??? (as my brain thought-processes have come to a screeching halt)
Bear: Are you deaf?! Yes. I want a damn pair of socks knit for me, by you.
Me: Uhhh… seriously?
Silence for a few moments as I hear a sharp intake of breath on the other end.
Me: Okay. It’s just that you NEVER wear the socks I knit you all those years ago. And there is nothing wrong with them. They are STILL in YOUR heavier sock drawer. And how do you figure I could wear YOUR socks?! …. But NOW you’re saying you want NEW socks.
Bear: Oh… I didn’t see them.
As I sit thinking … if you opened your eyes you would see them …
Me: They stand out in the sea of grey store-bought socks … good god man, if they had teeth they would jump out and bite ya in the willie. Okay … so what is it you want me to knit for you ….
And so the conversation continued, and I got all the specifics necessary.
It seems that after all this time, (about 7 years) the Bear has decided he wants hand-knit socks of fingering weight, from me, so that (1) he feels a little less lonely when he’s 3000 miles from home and (2) has something better for his feet to wear, because it’s hard on the tootsies when your feet are way too hot in a truck.
Fair enough. But I’m still trying to wrap my head around all of this. And long-story short, I’m now frantically knitting him a pair of fingering weight socks, using the wool that I had planned for myself, with the hopes that he will actually wear them in good health. Hope against hope I’m trying to get them done before he leaves on his next trip … but with only one sock done, who knows? It would take a miracle of epic proportions for my sore and swollen fingers to be able to whip the second one out, but I’ll try, even if I only have a few days to do it.
Will he wear them once finished?
Regia 4-ply Avenue Color
75% Superwash wool, 25% Polyamid
Straight up pattern using Twin Rib, straight knit, plain French Heel with German Chain Selvage Edge and standard toe shaping.
Men … god only knows I can’t figure the one I’ve got out … mind-boggling.