NOT OFF THE NEEDLES
OK, so I didn’t pull an all-nighter to finish Mr. Iknead’s socks, though as slow a knitter as I am, it would have been impossible anyway. I remember now why Mr. Iknead only gets a new pair of hand knit socks every other year or so – it takes so long and as man feet go, Mr. Ikneads aren’t what would be considered large. It feels like I’ve been working on them since, oh, I don’t know, the last ice age, maybe. The heel turn is tantalizingly close; I think that’s what has kept me going the last day or so. I’m committed to finishing them, so I’ll keep plodding onward.
Mr. Iknead’s Wise Hildas
PRETTY PLEASE
The colors of these hydrangeas blew me away – of everything we had put in, I think they’re my favorite, I never get tired of looking at them.
Even though I don’t have a FO today, I’m linking up with Tami Ami’s and Frontier Dreams.
In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous. Aristotle, On the Parts of Animals
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