Usually if we're talking about the magic of socks, it's the frustrating black magic of putting a pair in the wash and only finding one when all is said and done. But that feels less magical and mostly just annoying. What I'm referencing is the magic of knitting socks.
I've been knitting for around 7 years and only now am I starting to get that magic. In my early years, whenever I wanted an easily memorized, portable, go-to knitting project, it was always hats. To me, hats were quick and socks were slooow. If I wanted a knitting project to prove my endurance, I'd just knit a sweater, right?
But oh, how my tune has changed and I can't stop telling people about it. My non-knitter friends are probably tired of hearing me wax poetic about my newly knitted socks. But aren't they kind of magical? You start with sticks and string and you create dimension, structure, density... how many people have that power? (According to Ravelry, quite a few of us do!)
But the feeling of ingenuity that comes about when turning a heel or closing a toe has really reinvigorated my knitterly spark. My first pair of socks I've knitted for myself is just off the needles and I'm pretty excited to wear them. Pair no. 2 is in progress and I'm already making plans for my stash. So thanks, socks... and sorry I sold you short for all these years.