I haven’t knit a pair of socks in seventy-two days. Skip lunch. Go to local yarn store. As I pulled out my addis, the woman next to me handed over her sweater pieces to be seamed and then left to get Starbucks. Ending the sock knitting fast, my mind was ready, my fingers limber. But then… I must be the only person who can’t knit toe up on the first try. I knit and ripped a couple of times. I got carried away wrapping and slipping the loops back and forth on the needles. I was making it too complicated for myself. Or maybe I just didn’t get it. It wasn’t the pattern or the yarn, it was me. The woman sewing up the Starbucks sweater helped me until I got it right. Things started to shape up. One thing is for sure, I’ll never go that long without a pair of socks on the needles again.