My husband has asked me to make him hand-knitted socks for his Valentine's Day present, and I promised myself last year, in the midst of the sock furor sweeping knitters' blogdom, that I would never learn to spin or make socks.
How many crafts does a woman need? I gotta stop somewhere. Even though my neighbor at Melissa Leapman's cable class at last year's Stitches tried to talk me into the wonders of spinning. I'm fairly open-minded, but not to spinning. Cause then I'd want the sheep, and the carding combs, and the fleece shears, and the farm. See where spinning would lead? (My younger daughter called me long-distance from a beautiful knitting shop down South and wanted to know if I wanted carding combs. I spoke gibberish for a bit (at least to my mind); I was embarrassed to admit that I am afraid of owning any spinning tools, because that could be the first step on the slippery slope.)
Socks may be more controllable. Although, there seems to be a definite relationship between sock knitting and a very large stash of yarn. Maybe those little skeins don't seem like much, and then suddenly. Well, we've all seen that Star Trek episode about the tribbles.
But, really, can anyone help me out here? Any suggestions for how to's or books? Toe up? Cuff down? (I'm so new to this that I don't even know the right lingo.) And I'm frightened by even the thought of the tiny doublepointed needles.