They would probably grouse about being schlepped from place to place to place, on the chance that I might knit a round or two. They would tell you that I misplaced them for several months and had given up ever finding them, but then I did. They would tell you about the doctors' waiting rooms, movie theaters, and restaurants where they sat patiently in my lap; the soccer games where I clutched them in sweaty hands, but worked hardly a stitch.
However, they can't talk. They can just cover my feet in all of their lovely handknitted-ness and make me happy that I finally finished them.
Yarn: Nature's Palette in "Dark Indigo," a gift from Hilary ages ago ...
Needles: US # 1 dpns
Modifications/notes: The pattern was written for a heavier yarn, I just massaged the numbers a bit to work for a regular sock yarn. I cast on 56 stitches. I like my sock feet on the snug side.
The weird thing: I thought I couldn't wait to be done with these, and now I'm wondering what socks to make next ...