Half an hour later, I had a half-inch black cuff to fit an almost-ten-year-old. An hour later, I had the beginnings of an argyle pattern, which was totally fun to knit... once again, excuse the 6 a.m. picture...
The problem?
With all that stranding, and lousy tension on my part, apparently, the sock that started out fitting an almost-ten-year-old now looks and feels like it *might* fit his two-year-old brother. And how on earth would you get your toenails past all those strands without snagging them constantly?
I don't think so.....
PS. ... Happy Thanksgiving to all my readers and friends south of the border!
1 comment:
forget the sock...where is your baking???? lol
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