One day, a knitter saw a pattern for knee socks that she loved. She bought yarn. She bought needles. She cast on and knit a while. And then some new pattern caught the knitter's eye and the socks were put aside. Time passed. The socks waited. More time passed. The socks were patient. They were put away in a cupboard and still the socks remained optimistic.
In the winter of 2010, the knitter pulled out the socks and finished them in what can only be called an Olympic effort. Now the socks no longer wait on the needles. They cuddle toes and swing jauntily from a bench.