Dearest sock knitting, how do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth of my knitting bag, no matter the size
For you are portable and can go everywhere with me.
I love thee to the level of my mid-calf, or knees, or just above my ankles
as you are changeable, mutable, and easily customizable for my legs.
I love thee freely, as other knitters love scarves.
I love thee purely, especially as you are worked in the round and therefore require little purling.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose when I got distracted by knitting sweaters last year.
But don’t worry, I found it. It was hiding under sweater quantities of yarn.
And if the knitting gods choose,
I shall but love thee better after a few darned holes in the heels.
With apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning.