If you were to measure it in dog years, it took 7 of them to make this pair of socks. Technically, I started them last July while laboring under the delusion that I could whip them out as a birthday present in August. Heh. Fast-forward one year and, this time, they’ll be right on time.
You cannot know the joy I felt as I tightened the grafted toe stitches on my hand-carved darning egg. So may I introduce to you my 7 year-old socks:
Since the person to whom these socks will be gifted appreciates a fine vintage, I think that a year in the making was time well spent.
Imagine my surprise when so many logophiles came out of the woodwork. Be still my beating heart. Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliaphobia? Callipygian? Funicular? Splendid! Thank you for expanding my word horizons.
Can you believe it? Debi has named me a Rockin’ Girl Blogger. I now have the honor of proposing others:
Chris (Crafty Angels) – She’s leading a group of truly giving knitters
Abi (Noblin Knits) – One funny, smart and well-traveled Brit
Sarah (Persnickety) – Sweet, talented Chicago-area knitter
Anne (Knitspot) – Funny, witty, down-to-earth designer and knitter
Sarah (Carpe Diem) – A heck of a writer, with a sharp wit and historical bent