The liberated single sock is free. She answers to no one but herself. She is strong and confident, colorful and vibrant. She is bold and not afraid to be so. She may be alone, but she is never lonely. She is not looking for a partner; she is not waiting for her “Big” to come along. She is her own sock, and she is happy that way.
That, and she has a fabulous “Eye of Partridge” heel – or at least my version of it (how I more or less remembered it when it was explained to me once):
And a round toe, of course:
I think I just knit my most favorite sock ever. These are never coming off my feet once they are finished. (Well, okay, they’ll come off my feet before they get funky, but you know, hyperbole hyperbole and all.)