So, my second pair of socks knit ever have been finished. They’re fat and squishy and thick and warm and machine washable and inexpensive. And pink. Lady have mercy, they are pink. I’ll have to wait to post a picture until they get to their new home and the recipient, TJ has them in her hot little hands - or on her hot little feet, more like - because she actually occasionally reads this blog, and while she knows she’s getting fat squishy thick warm and machine washable pink socks, she hasn’t actually seen them, and I’d like to keep it that way, you know?

So, TJ has small feet. Like, size 6ish. Like me. Exactly like me, in fact. And like R, another good friend. And like T, yet another good friend. The only friend of mine who does not have tiny feet is A. Oh wait. J doesn’t have little feet either, I suppose. She’s quite tall though, so this is normal. In fact, she’s also the only tall friend I have. But it’s a curious thing, the vast majority of my pals being a) short and b) small-footed. Are just like, magnetically drawn to people our own size or something?

Anyway, next up on my list of knitting joys are small knitted gifts. I also just finished up a dishcloth for my neighbor across the street, which makes two so far, and I’m just starting a third for a trio of dishclothy goodness.

The shawl is still not done. Bad me.

And I need to make up some catnip mice and the like for the little monsters in my life. After that, we’ll see what strikes my interest!

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1. Thanks so much for announcing to the blogging word that I have big feet for my height. Love you tooooo.

   Comment by amber — December 15, 2007 @ 10:19 am

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