A couple of weeks ago I dipped my toe into the sock knitting pool and fashioned a pair of fuzzy feet. These felted socks are deliciously cozy and I’ve been wearing them non-stop. There is something very fulfilling and Mr. Rogeresque about coming home, removing one’s shoes and donning a pair of handmade slippers. It’s instant relaxation, a flipping of the switch; “Welcome to downtime!” purr the slippers to my feet and my body melts. Pure heaven! I’ve since knit but not yet felted a second pair and cast on a third. Fuzzy feet will be spread across the continental United States this holiday season.
In knitting these slippers, however, I realized it’s time to attempt a pair of real socks. My sock basket is woefully sparse as most of my footwear has been kidnapped by my children. I need some socks that are unmistakenly irrevocably mine. All mine.
Then this morning I logged on to my Google feed and saw Soule Mama’s autumn socks knit from the Yarn Harlot’s Basic Sock Recipe. I had sock yarn. I had needles. I was ready to go.
So instead of, say, taking a shower or getting dressed I cast on a pair of socks. I drove my son to school in my pajamas. At 7:15 in the morning when the sun was just peeking over the horizon this felt moderately reasonable. My twelve-year-old may have been fully dressed and ready for his day but hey this was my weekend and it wasn’t fully light yet so I had some leeway. By 9:00 am, however, when the sun had fully exposed itself and folks were out and about in their suits and ties or jogging outfits or whatever it felt a bit indulgent to still be wearing the Nick and Nora gnomes. Did this stop me? No. I gifted my neighbors with my full pajama laden glory as I drove my daughter to school. Fortunately I did not have to exit the vehicle once we arrived. I’m not sure the PTA moms would approve of my fashion acumen.
And, truth-be-told, it is now 3:00 in the afternoon. You guessed it. I’m still wearing my PJs. I’ll have you know I am not a total bum. I’ve done about a bazillion loads of laundry, loaded and unloaded the dishwasher, vacuumed and cleaned one bathroom. And I’m still working on that sock. Perhaps I’ll change before dinner.
9 comments:
It sounds like the perfect day to me. Can't wait to see those socks!
you can take the pajamas off the girl, but you can't get a real woman out of her pajamas...
I saw that post on Soule Mama too and that ispired me to try my hand at the socks. Make sure you post a picture of your new socks when you are done.
amen sister! it's about 11 am, i'm wearing my amy butler wide leg lounge pants and my hand embroidered obtuse t-shirt. they are comfortable, they are my pajamas. in between vacuuming and doing dishes i'm catching up on blogs and knitting a few rounds on my hat. life is good. clothes are over-rated.
Sounds like a perfect day to me! I've been working on my own maryjane styled slippers. Only about 3/4ths done with the first one...better hurry, I know.
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sometimes i'll stay in my pj's until 11 or 12. i'll of course be doing the usual bazillion loads of laundry and other chores but it never fails that my husband will come home and flash me that "so this is how you spend your day" look. i always feel like i have to quickly justify myself and show him all the things i've done.
Sometimes...I write in my PJ's until 2:00 or 3:00 in the afternoon.
I adore those slippers!
Where does the time go, right? Some days seem like a vacuum. Great slippers!!
I love it - PJ day. I do it often and it's just so darn cozy. Besides, it's good for 12 year olds to learn that no, they don't die from embarrassing moms. :)
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