red socks as a rule

Everyone should have a pair of hand-knitted red socks.

In my universe, where I like to think of myself as “She Who Must Be Obeyed, Ruler of All Things Divine” the ownership of a pair of red socks would be an obligation, as would red panties … and bra, if one felt so inclined. None of the above-mentioned items would have to be fancy-schmancy¬† – it just would be a necessity (and I refer to the socks primarily) for those moments when one needed a discreet, empowering spirit-soul mind-blasting boost. I think this is reasonable as far as rule of law requests go. Of course, there are those who clutch at their sides and chortle hardily when I dance around making such proclamations (namely my other half), especially when using my titular privileges, but I’m a fair-minded ruler … at these times, I just yell “Off with his head” and carry on.

Okay, seriously. I really don’t know why it is that I think one should have red¬† socks – but I do. And in the spirit of things, I have been creating this pair, for my Mom, because I already have red socks. And she doesn’t. So here is an opportunity to rectify this situation. These are being knitted with Knit Picks Stroll Fingering Handpainted in Gypsy Tonal, which is subtly hued red shades. It’s 75% Superwash Merino and 25% Nylon. It’s a new yarn (only the second hank I’ve tried) and so far I’m very pleased with the results. The pattern is plain – nothing fancy at all – but I just wanted to get a general feel for this yarn because I’m not used to knitting with merino sock wool. It feels, drapes and knits up differently than what’s “normal” for me. And so the adventures continue and I look forward to my Mom’s feedback about these socks.