Am I the only one to be aggressively repelled by a ball of sock yarn? I have tried to knit a sock ( not even assuming that I could manage two) with sock yarn that my mother brought back from Nova Scotia about three years ago. It is very pretty with repeats of greens and blues. It came with a pattern that I lost. I have tried three times to knit CF cabled socks- it rebuffs me. Could it be suffering from anxiety because it is separated from its original pattern? Could it be missing Nova Scotia? I feel ( deep down) that it is a personal thing between the two of us. I have been found wanting. I have unravelled the little bit that it did let me knit and I am giving it , and its history to a sock knitting friend.
I have other yarn that likes me. Time is too fleeting to engage in hand to hand combat with a ball of twisted fibre!