Dear Abigail,
The socks
are done.
Love,
K
p.s. I even wove in the ends and everything.
Note to the rest of the world:
Dear blog reader,
Abigail is allergic to wool. It's a sad, sad tale. Anyway, she also likes to pretend that she can deal with wool for short periods of time, because let's face it, not knitting wool can be a little difficult. Unfortunately, in this case, the death socks, as they came to be known, were a little more troublesome than she could deal with. So I finished up the second sock (with a little help from Cookie when she had nothing else to knit one night), and as a reward I get to put them on our blog as though they are my finished object. Let the record show that Abigail did actually knit over one sock before it just became completely unbearable.
Love,
K
Poor Abigail. But hurray for socks. We are clearly total sock whores.
Posted by: C at December 9, 2005 1:27 PMI know, I'm a nutcase. I think I have finally learned my lesson though.
Thanks so much! :)
Posted by: Abigail at December 9, 2005 4:15 PM