I always find the day before Thanksgiving to be like an extra Friday thrown into the week. Nothing's quite the way it should be, it's usually cold here in the Midwest, so it's easy to make the house feel all cozy, there's baking to be done ....
But I just want to play with yarn and sit on the couch and watch episodes of "Sherlock" on the computer. I don't want to unload the dishwasher and clean up from the Fool's gravy-making extravaganza last night.
I've been knitting along on the socks I want to have finished by Dec. 1 so I can start on the self-imposed-sock-club work. I have two ready for Kitchenering (that's two out of six, so it's possible....)
Meanwhile, in the category of Inscrutable Muggle Comments on Knitting, I got this yesterday.
MUGGLE: What are you knitting?
ME: A sock.
MUGGLE: Only one?
I never know what to say to that, and I get it a decent amount. "Only one?"
Well, no, not only one. Two. Most people knit two socks. I'm just not doing them both at once because that would be... insane. And that's a lot of explaining.
So I usually smile and say something awkward like, "I knit the first one," or, "I'm planning to knit two."
Or, in this case, six....