I packed three pairs of socks in my suitcase. And yarn for more sock. The first pair was given away already in Oslo, the second pair was meant for Roz, the third pair was for my friend Carol whom I met at Leicester Square Thursday afternoon, and with whom I spent a wonderful afternoon and evening browsing Covent Garden market, eating at Bella Italia, enjoying Phantom of the Opera.
I never met Roz, and I didn't want to bring the pair of socks with me back to Norway, so what to do? I knitted during the conference. One day one of the ladies came over to my table. "Your socks are so beautiful. I wish I had a pair. Then I could keep my feet warm when I work." "So please tell me, what do you do for working?" "I sell sausages outdoors, and it is so cold now with the snow we've had this winter." The second pair of socks got a new owner there and then.
I wanted to photograph the socks I knitted in London while I still was in London, but I kept on forgetting. All untill the last day, on my way to Paddington Station and the Heathrow Express. Struggling with a heavy suitcase, again I bought too many books, I passed a small square, Sussex Garden, and I knew it was my last possibility to photograph the socks. Businessmen on their way to work almost forgot to swallow their coffee on the go - a crazy woman in Sussex Gardens photographing socks! But nobody knew me, so I just kept on with my task......
Leaving the garden I saw a blooming rose bush near the gate. Roses in February? I took a closer look and relaised it wasn't roses at all. So what could it be? Can it be a Camelia? Debbie, please help me, is this a camelia?
I had to stop and find the socks once more. Socks in the camelia bush!
We are at the cabin, my very best sockknittingplace. And I am knitting a pair of giveaway socks. Next week-end I will chose one name from the comments, and the winner will get a pair of handknitted socks.
