This time last year I took a sock knitting class at my local yarn shop. I was pretty excited to learn how to knit socks. I bought sock yarn. I bought very small DPNs. I was ready! It turned out that we were to knit socks in worsted. So, I didn't use that sock yarn after all. Well, Tessie was only two months old and hoping she would sleep during my class, I brought her along. She did pretty well for the most part except for the night we learned to turn the heel. Class went longer than usual for this tricky part of socks, but my baby was ready to leave. So, I missed out on some vital info, but somehow I managed to finish the first sock. It doesn't look good. Abundant in errors and sloppy knitting, I put that first sock away and started the leg of sock #2. I put that sock away too and only recently pulled it out again ready to face sock knitting once again. Well, tonight, a year later, I have my first finished pair of socks. They are nothing to look at, but oh are they comfy. I wish all my socks were handknit! The good thing is that I can tell that I've vastly improved from the first sock to the second and that gives me confidence for more handknit socks!