… is that not everybody likes it.
Me? I love it. I was raised by Care Bears. In a disco. Run by Clowns. So, whereâ€™s the problem? Well, the thought of Christmas gift knitting has started to creep into my mind and I have my heart set on a pair of socks for each of my nearest and dearest, but the truth is that genetics do not seem to control our colour preferences. I am not too concerned about choices for my sisters â€“ though theyâ€™d not embrace the fashion stylings of a Gyles Brandreth jumper, a colourful pair of socks hidden away under some jeans will (hopefully) not disgust them too much. The difficulty, however, starts with my sistersâ€™ partners. Both, by their own admission, rather conservative chaps. A pair of socks knitted from the tail-hairs of a My Little Pony arenâ€™t going to make it onto their feet. My issue, though, that I just canâ€™t seem to buy sensible sock yarn. I have tried, really I have, and look at the extent of my success thus far:
Iâ€™ve never been able to limit my love all all things bright and colourful â€“ I just canâ€™t see why anyone would want to dress in dull, drab, unsaturated shades when there are so many beautiful bright hues to pick from, though I know those more subtle tones and shades can look stunning. I had a friend at university that pretty much exclusively only wore shades of grey. From Dove to Charcoal, she would have looked no different on a 1950s TV set, but she was the most graceful and elegant dresser I have ever known. I, on the other hand, looked like I had covered myself in super-glue and run naked through a troupe of clowns. So, Iâ€™m trying to slowly adjust myself to starting to look for sock yarn in dark grey, to make socks for my sistersâ€™ partners that they might actually like enough to wear.
Whilst I prepare myself for that leap, though, Iâ€™m happily filling my cart with two Zauberballs in the shades â€˜Tropical Fishâ€™ and â€˜Crazy Little Foxâ€™.