Hi, my name is Bess... and I have a sock knitting addiction.
It's a nasty habit.
Ignoring the phone.
All those fibres. Needles. Scissors. More needles...
Just laying... around the house everywhere.
Where ANY ONE could find them!
And I tell myself each time... this is the last sock....
I open the cupboard.
I walk into the shop.
I see something soft and fine, in a cool or even a warm tone.
Self striping maybe.
Mixed fibres, wool, alpaca, angora... cotton, bamboo, hemp..... my blood races from my heart to my hands, from my hands to my heart to my head as I .
nested, under an old afghan... corner of the couch, snowflakes blowing past my window...
slip knit slip knit slip.