You know that look you get from people when they think you’re a little strange? That “have you been smoking crack?” look. Or worse the “I’m encountering a complete nutter, avoid eye contact at all costs!” look.
I’ve been buying a stack of socks to make up kits for Stitches and Craft. Every checkout chick in Sydney thinks I have some sort of OCD problem with socks. At first I’d just nervously smile. This seemed to make them even more wary of me. Now I tell them I make sock toys. The look of relief on their faces is priceless.
But I have to confess that I am actually quite addicted to socks – especially ones with interesting patterns. It’s like an extension of fabric addiction. That moment when you have all these visions of what you’d make a pair of socks into, which fabric or ribbon would co-ordinate with it. I’ve bought the most beautiful woollen pink, cream and grey socks for woof woofs and cool stripes for g-rafs. I was devastated when the purple socks I’d been using for sock monsters were discontinued. I’m contemplating some hearts for the g-rafs too but am not quite convinced yet.
So perhaps I am deserving of the “nut job” stares I’m getting. Not only that but I have to tell you that I’ve subjected my poor mum to the same ridicule by making her buy a stack of socks from the US while she was there. But ooohhh look how gorgeous they are… The pink argyle socks are destined to be g-rafs. The stripey orange are going to be monsters. I’ll post the finished sock toys from them next week. Sock heaven.