The plan of late has been to complete a second sock for every new sock I knit. I dutifully cast on for my second Evening Stocking For A Young Lady as soon as I finished up my Jeweled Steps. Unfortunately (for the sock), I had just gotten my third Yarn Pirate Booty Club shipment, and the new yarn was sitting ever so temptingly on my futon. It was soft. It was fall colors.
As I continued to knit my
boring stupid probably scratchy Evening Stocking, I started to reflect on the choices I make. I go to work when I want to sleep in. I don't eat all of the chocolate I can find. I don't reply in kind when I get a mean e-mail. I go to the gym. I try to keep my single sock count low.
Suddenly, the single sock thing didn't seem quite as important. If I can't be self-indulgent with my knitting, when can I be?