You know those people who make all sorts of stuff? Like, stuff you could buy but why do that when you can just make it? I’m thinking about my colleague who only makes his own yogurt, for example. I buy my yogurt without any shame whatsoever. His family makes theirs. I’m sure it’s delicious, but that’s more dedication than I have.
Given the choice, I’ll probably buy something rather than make it. “But you can buy socks and you make those!” Touché, but I can’t buy the experience of making socks, and the experience is why I knit them. Believe me, I don’t need more socks. The last several pairs I made were gifted for this very reason. Side note: people go out of their minds when gifted a pair of socks you made with your own hands. They get all gushy, they hand-wash them, or they only wear them around the house even though the yarn wears like iron and is perfectly happy going through the dryer. Who am I to question their happiness? I made the socks, after all, and to quote Spongebob’s grandma, “There’s love in every stitch.”