I have heard it said that you can tell something about a person's personality based on how they deal with bandaids. Do they rip it off quickly, getting the pain over and done with, or do they gently pull the bandaid off, minimising the pain but taking a much longer time? If you'd asked me yesterday how I would remove a bandaid, I would have said rip it off.

In general, I find that my crafty weekends tend to fall into two camps: "super-productive knit an entire sock between Friday and Sunday" or "super fun but effectively just carrying my knitting with me as an ornament while I do other things". There's never anything in the middle - it's either 300 rounds or 30. Therefore, as part of my SpookySocktober celebrations, I decided to track what projects I worked on over the course of the weekend and how much I got done.

In honour of #SpookySocktober, a fun combinaton of #Spooktober (a month-long celebration of spooky movies perfect for horror movie fans) and #Socktober (a month-long celebration of all things sock knitting, although technically I suppose it could also be enjoyed by people who are just really big fans of socks), I decided to do an audit of all of my socks in progress.

Today is the last day of September, which is also the last day before my favourite month of the year begins. October is the month where two of my most-loved things in the world - spooky movies and sock knitting – get their moment to shine in the annual events #Spooktober and #Socktober. Spooktober, as the name suggests, is a month-long celebration of all things spooky.

Happy Tuesday! Today's post was supposed to be another FO post – I am very behind in documenting my FOs ! – but the weather on the weekend did not receive the brief and, instead of being sunny and clear as I requested, was instead windy, cold and miserable, with grey skies, gusty winds and bursts of rain. In short, it was gross.

I saw a post on Instagram from @froggles.world last week perfectly that summed up my attitude to life: I love a sweet treat. But, not just sweet treats - all types of tiny rewards. I love a nice glass of wine after a long day; an afternoon in the sun with a book after a long week; a cup of coffee in bed with knitting and a podcast on a lazy Sunday (yes, my treats are somewhat sedentary).

In recent months, I hit a bit of a wall in my quest to work through Summer Lee's The Sock Project book. Basically, I had already knit the ones I really wanted to knit or that I had yarn ready for and as soon as I had to start thinking and planning, I just worked on other things instead. What can I say - it's been a pretty big year!

As anyone who follows me on Instagram will know (and my sincere apologies for all the posting!), this year has been full of renovations and big changes. My house was built in 1974 and in the years before Sam and I bought it had been rented out, so it was both old, with many parts of the property unchanged since being built, while also being a bit neglected and unloved.

Sometimes a pair of socks is knit that is so effortless, so natural to the fingers, that it seems to fly off the needles. It takes so little time, thought and effort to go from cast on to cast off that the socks themselves don't even have a chance to mark their place in your longterm memory. These are one of those pairs of socks.

A few weekends ago, Sam and I were strolling along the St Kilda foreshore just as the sun set. It was startlingly beautiful, like one of those moments you feel like you might have somehow wandered in to a postcard by accident. Groups of friends were sitting quietly to watch the sun set, while couples gently strolled past holding hands and children played in an unusually quiet way in the sand (it was that kind of night).

Last week, I shared my Make 9 and my intention to actually make the all of the patterns from my Make 9 this year (in stark difference to previous years where they worked more like a mood board of d…