This week I've been struck with a nasty virus. I didn't have the mental capacity for the complicated cables the green sweater required so I turned to a bit of comfort knitting. When I began knitting socks were very scary things. I could grasp the concept of how yarn could turn into a scarf and that a sweater was just a bigger scarf. I couldn't figure out how it turned into a tube and the heel was a complete mystery. I decided to trust the pattern. It felt a bit like waving a wand and hoping some magic would occur, but I created a sock. Three years later and socks still hold a bit of magic. However it's now magic I'm familiar with and making a basic sock is like working with an old friend.
Hopefully by the time I finish the second sock the last traces of this bug will be gone and I'll be able to return my attention to the green sweater.