I finally finished MyBigBro's second sock. Only eight months for the pair. I guess I'm not ready to join the Sock-of the-Month Club yet. Maybe if they weren't a foot and a half long each, I might have finished earlier. Or if they weren't so boring. But they're essentially done. (In the fluid definition of "finished" by a knitter - I only have one sock with me so I can't officially finish until Steve measures the original length.)
Steve: here are the instructions:
So of course I'm now eagerly planning the next pair.
This time they'll be interesting, less splitty, smaller and I'll whip them out in a month or so. We knitters dare to dream, each time we gaze at our stash, thumb through our pattern books, consult the Ravelry project pages. Of course I also just started my next big cardigan project after weeks of agonizing about patterns. And I have the never-ending Sea Lettuce scarf going in Lucy N's honor. But that's okay - I allow myself three works-in-progress at a time, so I'm good.
Okay, I'm off to my sock dreams...
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