Last year a generous knitting friend passed along a beautiful bag of colorful SOCKOTTA yarn—that crazy, calibrated "yarn of many colors" that magically knits itself into a pattern. (Or as I call it: "Fair Isle for Dummies".)
Intrigued by the tempting tangles that awaited me, I sat on the couch for several hours, patiently finding all the ends and winding the yarn into at least 10 different balls. (I'm the type of person who actually loves spending most of the day de-tangling yarn. Or jewelry. Or tidying junk drawers.)
Once I'd finished this labor intensive but strangely restful chore, I lined the yarn balls in a row and sat back to consider them.
None were larger than 50g.
Definitely enough to make one sock out of each ball....
...but only one.
So I am the proud owner of six mismatched socks with at least four more to go.
[Or I could always use them as hand puppets.]