Kathi and Karen are ganging up on me about knitting my first pair of socks, tempting me with delicious self-striping yarns and intriguing patterns, but they have help.
Dagnabbit, why don't more of those producers of the world's most luscious yarns deliver them in worsted weight? I picked up the fall/winter 2008 issue of Knit.1 on the weekend (no idea why it didn't sell out before now, totally not complaining) and there on page 16 is a whole stack of center-pull cakes of yarn in gorgeous colours... all sock weight. And no option to buy worsted; I checked.
While checking I slipped up and nearly bought into the Knitterly Things sock club... and couldn't, because there weren't any places for new members when I visited. I am taking this as a sign that this is not my time for socks.
Y'hear? Not my time!! And now I will go back to the sort of work from which the tiny stitches and tiny needles of a sock would be a tremendous release. Well, I did say Kathi and Karen have help, didn't I?
UPDATE: (and oh noes!)
Knitterly Things had a slot open for the sock club today, and I snagged it. Well, it's sock yarn, right? I don't have to knit socks with it.