In the past five years or so, knitting has become a part of my daily routine. Whether I'm working on a knitted sample at the shop or spending my evening playing with short rows, stripes, and garter stitch, knitted stitches find their way into my day. My obsession with knitting has brought other routines along with it, like reading knitting blogs and haunting Ravelry. Since I started knitting socks, the biweekly routine of hand-washing my hand-knit socks has become a comforting weekend ritual.
As I ready my socks for washing, I admire my motley collection of brightly-colored, differently-textured knits, some pairs more successful than others. Into a warm water bath they go, along with a drizzle of Eucalan soap, and there they sit for twenty or thirty minutes, while I sip coffee, wash dishes, sweep the kitchen--whatever little tasks need my attention. Once they've been bathed, I roll my socks up in a dry towel, give it a squeeze, then lay them out on another dry towel. It's a bit mundane, this routine, but it pleases me to care for the things I've made, and to see all my socks lined up, worn but clean, waiting to be put to use.
That's what I've been up to this weekend, along with casting on for a new sweater and admiring a newly-obtained skein of sock yarn. Hope your weekend was similarly peppered with knitterly delights.