Size Matters

I am a little over six feet tall, and while I am not fat - with size inflation, I'm a size 10 these days - no one would ever call me petite.

I remember a conversation after Christmas one year with my former roommate and dear friend, who is about 5'3".
My mother had gotten me a leotard I wanted - but in a size M.
I asked my mother why she would get her six-foot daughter a size M, and her response was, "But you are so lovely and slender!" (This is mom-speak for, You are no longer the 200-pound mama you were in college.)

I was shaking my head about this to my roommate, who said, Well, my mom would have gotten me the size L.

Which just goes to show that size is in the eye of the beholder. Particularly when the beholder is a mom.

So. I know this story. I know I am a big person. My husband is taller than I am, and has bigger feet.
And then I went on-line to order sock blockers, and had to choose between S, M and L.
Well, I thought, I might knit socks for other people. If I get an L, it might stretch medium-sized socks out of shape. But if I get an M, it could be used for both medium and large socks.

What was I thinking?!

I have condemned myself to a permanent case of The Socks that Ate the Sock Blockers.
(My Sockapalooza sock pal has the same size feet I do. No help there.)



Note how the socks appear to be slinking away in shame.

The moral of the story is: when in doubt, go large. No, the REAL moral is: when in doubt, get both.
Stay tuned for the Size L sock blockers, no doubt coming your way in a future post.