Teeny tiny sock needles take some getting used to. Because it’s pretty much like trying to knit with two toothpicks. Not kidding.
Casting on was a bugger and a half.
Getting into a groove was a bugger. Then I figured out how to get a little tension with my ring finger leaning against the circular cord:
When I compared toothpick knitting to knitting with a pair of size 5s, I realized how much I relied on the tension of the needle in my right palm.
I’m not done with the teeny tiny needles, but I’m not in love with them either. I find my right hand is a little cramped from knitting a couple inches today, so perhaps they will become my car needles — that project that stays in the car for waiting for kids or for when I forget my other knitting.