As my twitching fingers leapt from flash to focus and back again, I dreamt of the perfect sock photograph. It should be richly colored, vividly stitched, twisted and turned and brought desperately into focus. I found many socks on my quest, and yet, none were quite right.
My searched took me to places I had been before and to ones which were new. My skills turned up many a peeping toe and peeking heel, and yet, still, the socks were not quite right. Ever my search went onward, until finally, I spotted a pair of socks that brought me out of the depths of my despair.
Much as rumplestiltskin was the savior of the miller’s daughter, these socks were mine. Glorious, grasslands dwelling, *Rumpled socks. My camera was framing their stitches and delighting in the interplay of light within seconds.
A few snapshots later and I held in my hand what my heart had been dreaming of: richly colored, vividly patterned, gorgeous socks. As my hunt must continue anew, I will leave you. Until next time, this is your Sock Hunter, signing off.
*Rumpled Socks, US 1 Hiya Hiya Needle, Berroco Comfort Sock Yarn, very few modifications