Christopher Street

Happy New Year

I have never been much for New Year's resolutions. I think that, in 37 years of living, I might have kept one and that was to not eat out of the snack machine at work. In 1998, I didn't do that.

But all the others got broken, usually really quickly. I don't have higher hopes for this, but here goes:

I want to knit socks.

Now, I am not sure why I want to knit socks, any more than I am sure why I wanted to learn to knit at all. But now that I have the "knit a scarf" thing down, I am ready for a new challenge and, frankly, things like sweaters look too complicated and an afghan is just too much of a committment to seeing the same color for weeks on end. Socks look fun and, plus, I would get to buy some double-pointed needles. Any new thing that I get to do that involves buying some new thing is A-OK with me.

So, this year, gentle readers, I will be a sock knitter. And, maybe, once I have learned to knit socks, I can knit mittens. Or gloves! I would love some gloves to match my cool red scarf.

The possibilities are staggering.