I recently put on my Sockapalooza 4 socks for some evening reading (okay, it might have been Sherlock–Holmes-watching, but you get the idea … or perhaps a sense of my own feeble attempts at academic self-discipline) and they are so lovely.
Thanks so much Fiberhounds Rachael!
If I ever get around to making a pair of socks for myself (my Sister the Dippy is, (un)fortunately, a pig of socks) I’m going to totally copy the construction of these babies. The toe is so perfect and I love the afterthought heel (which I was sceptical about before). The Regia silk is great too … I just wish it came in more (and more appealing) stripey colorways (this one is the bestest, in my opinion).
And now I must become productive. So much to work on. A very good and inspiring adviser meeting yesterday (Why are they *so* smart? Why am I *so* not smart?) left me feeling like it’s time to leave behind the terror and get down to business. I finally realized (warning: Hallmark moment ahead) that I can’t be afraid of grad school or research or archives or asking for help and advice … because that’s how I got into my current mess. We’ll not talk about the horrors of IvyU re-enrollment. Communism‘s nothing. This spectre has been haunting me like nobody’s business. I need a manifesto, too.