The Holy Grail

I've knitted my first pair of socks, following the sock knitting instructions on Knitty, and designing an alien pattern for them. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, but knitting man-sized socks was a tedious task and not a "quick knit" as I was told it should be.

I exptected to feel really proud when I mastered the sock knitting. I was hyping it up, bragging to my friends about how proud I was going to be when I had finished my socks.



But now that I'm finished, it's a bit of an anti-climax. I thought I'd get a euphoric high, a confidence boost, a feeling of being a new and better person. But all I'm left with is a pair of socks. And they're not super natural socks with glitter sparkles and a halo of wonder and magic around them, they're just socks. I feel cheated somehow. Maybe my expectations weren't very realistic.