So Can I Call Myself a Sock Knitter Yet?

I think I should be able to say that, I mean, I really like to knit socks. My first sock had no ankle. For real, just a big hole where an ankle should be. Since then I've made two wearable pairs of socks, and the second sock of the third pair is on the needles, almost finished! It's something I punctuate my day with. Get ready, have coffee, make breakfast, knit a few rows, take Richard to school, come home, knit a few rows, make beds, do laundry, knit many more rows, let Helena play in the yarn stash so I can knit a little more...

This is my uncle with my second pair of socks (Dad was the proud recipient of my first pair). I'm sure he is overjoyed on the inside.