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Chilling

I have hit full-blown obsessive sock knitting mode.  Having slogged through the “summer knitting” magazines and e-zines and catalogs — all of them getting excited and breathless about tank tops and “flirty” skirts  made with cotton/linen/bamboo/raffia/wicker — I’ve decided the best way to cope is to crank out a lot of socks.  Wool socks.  Winter socks.  Thick, warm socks that make you wish for the cool, brisk days of October or the frozen, crystalline perfection of a field of freshly fallen snow.

Or something like that.  You call it summer – I call it Three Months of Hell.

I have four pairs of adult socks on the needles right now — one for Teh Husband, two for me, and one for a birthday gift for a co-worker.  I don’t have pictures, mainly because I don’t want to traipse outside1  to take photos in 85+ degree weather.   I know one is supposed to suffer for art, but I’m drawing the line right there.

Photosynthesis

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  1. To take advantage of the natural light. [↩]

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