Fit Me

The socks are done. The Oklahoma Socks are done!

I even wore them last night. In public. And took my shoes off.  They felt divine.

True, I needed to weave in the ends. True, they are a little long in the foot. And true, they are far from perfect.

But by God, they were worth every single second. I think.  At the time it was painful and difficult and challenging and I questioned my sanity.  When I was in the thick of it,  I was pretty sure I'd never do that again. But, how quickly it fades and all I'm left with is the glorious feeling of these socks cradling my feet ever so lovingly.  All the messy stuff is quite fuzzy and it certainly couldn't have been as bad as I made it out to seem. 

I spent six months of my life working on these socks, toe-up, two-at-a-time. Six months.

A lot can happen in six months.

These socks have seen my world change.  When I wanted to make a call I shouldn't have, I picked up my needles and knit.  When I couldn't sleep, when I wanted to cry and when I was crying, I knit. Through laughter, sadness and joy, I knit.  In the solitude of the morning and when surrounded by dear friends, I knit.  These socks experienced my world and saved me from it.

They're far from perfect. But they fit me.