There comes a time in every novice knitter's life when you just have to look deep within yourself, to search the darker recesses, to consider the daunting and the scary and to bite that bullet and say to yourself "It's a right of passage, and I'm up to the challenge."
To knit the first pair of socks.
Oh, you may laugh. You may until you go ahead and pick up those skinny little double pointed needles (that's sharp at BOTH ends, just so we're clear). All FIVE of them that is. Five needles! At the same time! 5 teeny, skinny, doubly pointy sharp needles that look like they are so skinny and so, well, many that you just know the stitches are going to fall right off those suckers as you try and juggle 5 needles with only the 2 hands that nature saw fit to give you.
So, I'm ready for the challenge.
Oh and I've got some cool yarn on the way. Passionfruit it's called and it's giving this fruit the passions, and that's for sure. The photo doesn't do it justice. It's all purply and olive green/grey in real life, and even though it's also scarily fine to go along with the scarily skinny needles I still love it unreservedly.
Fun times ahead.