What's not to love?

So my mother and sister have been making fun of me for "making one and then starting something else"; meaning that I made one sock, then started... well, something else that was also part of a pair; finished it, and... moved on to something else.

SSS, says I. And also that they're being a bit unfair, because

a) I am well into that second sock, thank you, it's just that I knit it while travelling to and from work (hurrah for patterns that are easy to remember!) and not necessarily at home in front of the TV, and

b) the "something else" was a stranded colourwork thing and I kind of HATED how it turned out and now I don't even want to LOOK at it, never mind starting on its mate.

I'm really not very good at colourwork. At all. I don't have much experience and I always think it's going to be more fun than it is and then I end up tangling stuff and pulling some floats way too tight so it ends up looking weird and just... ick. Needs more practice. I probably will rescue the one I finished, and make the other one as well... some day. Not now. Now? Now I'm doing this:

It's green. It's lace. It's Malabrigo.