I have no business making socks right now. But I am impulsive and my feet were cold. Plus it is SOCKTOBERFEST!!!! I grabbed the nearest yarn, from Hope Spinnery, my neighbors. I had vague notions of the white undersides of leaves on mud and chicken coop chicken wire…so then I cast on in white…go figure…I was anxious to begin. I used the first 6 stitch repeat that popped into my head. Now I’m not especially fond of white socks, but the hefty weight and lovely greasy wool reminds me of my dad’s old Faroese sweater, and they’ll keep my toes toasty inside my rain boots…comfort socks like comfort food. Plus, I can knit them at then end of the day when I’m too beat to pay much attention, in bed watching movies.