…till I show my Socktober stuff.
This has been my metro/ballgame-at-bars sock. The world series only went 4 games (not that I’m complaining. Go Sox!). My metro ride isn’t really long enough to pull out the sock…but on longer trips, to Alexandria or Bethesda, I get a few rounds knit. Clearly, it’s not done.
I’d have spent more time on it, except for the lingering issue of nieces’ sweaters…so there you have it. Two thirds of one Monkey Sock. Rockin’ Socktober!
I’m joining the Pushing Daisies fan club. Not only does it have some cool knitting action, tonight’s episode had a bar for jockeys where, if under 60 inches, you are not admitted. As a member of the adult under-60″ club, I can very much enjoy the idea of that.