I've been in a cooking slump, but it hasn't been a total creative slump. Not that knitting socks is really all that creative...but at least I'm making something. Life moves at a pretty slow pace in Hato Mayor, the rural province of the Dominican Republic where I'm currently living. I can't go out at night by myself because it's dangerous for an American woman to be wandering the streets and bars alone (obviously). My host family is either sitting in front of the TV or computer and aren't very social. So at night, I sit under my mosquito net and watch TBS (the only English channel) and knit. I read, too...but this post is about the socks I'm knitting.
I purchased this ball of yarn in Colorado before coming down here. The last sock I knit didn't fit my foot, so I gave it to my mom, but it didn't fit her foot either. I seem to have a special talent of knitting items of clothing that are too small. I wasn't too excited to jump right back into socks, but I didn't have room in my suitcase for a lot of yarn and socks don't require much yarn.
The picture is sock #1 in progress.