That's the picture from the book, and no, those are not my legs either.
I can't tell you when I knit them, or how long they took, because this was before I joined Ravelry. Because I was a new knitter, I didn't know that lace was meant to be hard, or that knee high socks could be considered a challenge. I knit them with no dramas at all. There were holes where I picked up the gusset stitches, but I sneakily closed them with sewing. They were maybe an inch shorter than ideal, and I cast on a little tight. Anyway, here they are:
This time on my shapely calves.
I didn't knit another pair of socks for 18 months, but I wore them around the house A LOT. And then I became a sock knitter and knit more long socks, but I still wear these on occasion. And then the other day I put them on, walking into our tiled kitchen and thought, hmm, why is the bottom of my heel so cold:
So I cast on for a pair of sOctober knee highs, and wrote this post to salute that first pair of loyal socks, that I made so near the beginning of my journey into the land of knit.