So I'm on the train on Thursday talking to me new knitting buddy (salut Marie-Michele!) about the beautiful broadripples she's making and thinking I should find some yarn and join Soctoberfest.
She looked at me like I was crazy and said: "It's October 26!"
Okay, that was a crazy thought I had. Though in my typical delusion I actually found some stash sock yarn (which admitedly wasn't very hard...I've got enough sock yarn to make a dozen pairs!) and cast on.
Well knit as I might, I don't think I can humanly knit a sock tomorrow night but you know, it's not "Sockstober"... it's very clearly a singular affair and the loophole is built right into the name ;0)
And I think I can finish a sock for socktober...
PS - did you notice how my purple needles match my sockyarn? I can't tell you how much pleasure I derive from this. Must. Get. More. Colours.