Someone cheerfully pointed out today that it’s 13 weeks til Christmas. While I knew it was coming (the no’theast gale outside tonight is a pretty good clue) I wasn’t ready to put an actual number on it.
Several years ago I started knitting socks for my nieces and nephews for Christmas. They were little; their feet were also little. There were fewer of them; now there’s 9. That means 18 socks. In 13 weeks.
My panic is beginning to subside slightly. It’s not like I’m starting from zero. I started two at a time socks in May:
I should probably finish them soon.
I have another pair started I’ve been working on in meetings:
And that’s it. Not even a full pair.
My goal: finish these two pair, plus another 2 pair next month.
Bring on Sock-tober!