Bam! It's a sock. (This picture makes it look more complicated than I intended. I swear, it's not.)
I definitely don't think of myself as a hipster, or someone who bucks popular trends just to feel superior (that was redundant, I could have just said hipster). I just don't get the appeal. I equate it to the fixed gear ("fixie") of the cycling world--another trend de jour I can't get behind. I know that there are different little tweaks you can do (different toes, different heels) and you can do them top-down or toe-up, but half-way through one sock I'm ready to start something new. So I do, then I come back to the socks, work a little, get bored, start something new, then repeat--until six months later I have a pair of socks.
I could possibly be re-inspired by a used-bookstore find from this weekend: Folk Socks, by Nancy Bush. Check it:
It has history of socks, evolution of socks through different cultures, what regions the different constructions came from, etc. I eat that kind of stuff up, so I'm hoping this will kindle a little sock love in my cold heart (and help me finally get this Xmas present done).