It is perhaps a common trait of knitters that they share the same mildly obsessive personality. What else could explain ripping out so much knitting for one tiny mistake that you will always know is there, playing with different gauges to make sure the fabric is perfect, of relentlessly knitting up the contents of a sock drawer when we haven't needed socks in over two months.
I clearly have this mildly obsessive personality in spades. On Tuesday I started the Fiori di Zucca socks, I knit a bit of the pattern and oooooed and aaaaaaad over the pretty pistachio yarn and the flowery lace.
I didn't touch any of my other projects (of which there are several) until Sunday evening.
On Friday night I finished sock 1 and on Saturday it looked like this:
And on Sunday:
Beautiful, beautiful socks and a good wodge of pistachio yarn left over for something pretty further down the line!
The thing is, I think the sock bug is fairly well rooted - today I started the Firebird!