“Knitted together, we stay together, no matter how angry you get at the dog” appears to be the Magic Stripes motto.
So as I said to the “Sally Feilds Ass” people, I now say to the poncho searchers: Your need will forever be unrequited here, so knock it off.
For some reason, I’m tickled to death by that. Slow knitter, but they’ll think I’m a fast eater - hee.
February 24? That’s for sissies. I’m not buying any books, yarns, needles or patterns until March 24. And I’m finishing a sweater. So there.
So now I’ll begin as I ended - more knitting in store, and God willing and the creek don’t rise, a finished heel by sundown. Happy knitting new year!
First, the YNBA is a reflective thing, a period in which can consider my techniques and improve upon them. Two, and most important, I can already buy socks that don’t fit properly at any store on the planet. I make socks that fit.
Friday is going to be ten kinds of fun.
*Who has categorically declared that he will wind no more Cherry Tree Hill Supersock for me - I am on my own if I buy more because it is “the most tangle-prone yarn ever.” Don’t take it personally Supersock.