(I have to say, I feel kind of…morbid…writing that and subsequently am knocking on wood – my kitchen table. Fates, I am not tempting you, I’m only talking about socks.)
I’ve been expecting my sock demise for a few days now – I am, after all, a sloooooow knitter – but have been pleasantly surprised to have each day end with me finding myself still in battle. Surprised, but determined. Determined to take out my target before my own assassination takes place.
Perhaps today, death (of the sock variety) will be knocking on someone else’s door…














