{"id":921,"date":"2020-05-10T13:50:38","date_gmt":"2020-05-10T13:50:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/?p=921"},"modified":"2020-05-10T13:50:38","modified_gmt":"2020-05-10T13:50:38","slug":"then-the-socks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/2020\/05\/then-the-socks\/","title":{"rendered":"Then The Socks…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Thinking out loud…<\/h3>\n

I did not make those socks. \u00a0They fit. \u00a0And so far, none of my<\/strong> knitted socks have actually fit me<\/strong>. \u00a0Originally, I just wanted to figure out how it was done–to \u00a0follow directions of a somewhat inexplicable nature, and end up with a sock. \u00a0It didn\u2019t matter so much to me that they were too big and floppy .<\/p>\n

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It bugged me a bit that they didn’t come out the same size (I seem to have difficulty getting two of anything to come out the same size). \u00a0But after a couple of pairs that could not be comfortably worn inside<\/strong> shoes, I decided I did not DO<\/strong> socks.<\/p>\n

Lately, during one of those strange mid-night circular thinking episodes–you know, where you keep turning over a problem for which you never arrive at an answer–I distracted myself with thinking of socks. \u00a0The sudden urge to make well fitting socks seemed vitally important.<\/p>\n

In the light of day, I remembered the frustration of poor fit. \u00a0I remembered my hands gripping the needles so tightly that my thumbs ached, and I remembered the pair that would not stretch onto my feet. \u00a0But the urge to knit a sock that fit, to master the darn thing was strong. \u00a0My answer to the unanswerable was to study up on socks.<\/p>\n

Studying turns sock making into sock architecture. \u00a0It involves diagrams, and math, and measurements, and the relationships of those\u00a0maths and measurements to the moon and the stars. \u00a0There is a thing called negative ease. \u00a0I’d never thought of that. \u00a0I overwhelmed myself with information and decisions and figuring, and what if I’m doing it wrong? and on and on. \u00a0It was like squeezing my brain to understand it all.<\/p>\n

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I just want to make a sock–well, two socks, and hopefully of similar size. \u00a0I know myself–I just have to jump in and DO<\/strong> it. \u00a0I just have to start.<\/p>\n

I can start at the toe and work up<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

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I can start at the top and work down<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

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I can work two at a time, step by step, to help me remember what I did when and where. \u00a0I can knit a sock.<\/p>\n

But, it turns out this isn’t really about socks. \u00a0It is about tackling something I can actually\u00a0do<\/strong> something about. \u00a0It’s about taking my overwhelmed and chaotic thoughts and making sense out of them. \u00a0It is about trying to understand and master a technique, a problem, a skill. \u00a0It is about finding answers.<\/p>\n

And then the urgency of this sock making impulse becomes clear to me. \u00a0Coping, it is how I am coping with all that I cannot control. \u00a0It is how I keep my balance in an unbalanced time.<\/p>\n

First the pizza, then the socks….<\/p>\n

One step at a time.<\/p>\n

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Thinking out loud… I did not make those socks. \u00a0They fit. \u00a0And so far, none of my knitted socks have actually fit me. \u00a0Originally, I just wanted to figure out how it was done–to \u00a0follow directions of a somewhat inexplicable nature, and end up with a sock. \u00a0It didn\u2019t matter so much to me that … Continue reading “Then The Socks…”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/921"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=921"}],"version-history":[{"count":19,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/921\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":941,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/921\/revisions\/941"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=921"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=921"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=921"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}