Quiddity/Jane (Jane Quiddity?) is having a contest. To quote her blog entry, "Yes, it's time to Show Me Your Socks!" Thanks to Chris for alerting the media, er, the Kingdom of Blog.
I have two latest pairs of socks, one pair a gift and still a WIP:
and the other a completed pair for mememe:
My first pair of socks, as originally photographed and posted, complete with delightfully hairy legs:
Sadly, if I were to photograph them today (which I did) they would look like this:
One went tragically MIA in the laundry process months ago; I am still in mourning. I kept hoping it would reappear during some deep cleaning episode of homemakerly activity, but that has not happened. (Perhaps there have been insufficient activities of that nature?) The big disappointment was last Chrismas when Smokey and I bought ourselves new mattresses, the installation of which involved lots of moving of furniture and vacuuming of previously inaccessible areas of carpet. No handknit sock reappeared. It may have gone to that great Laundry Hamper in the Sky, may it Rest in Peace.
The Dirty Details:
Socks 1 (WIP): The blue tweedy striped yarn is Online Highland Colors (discussed at length here), the black heels and toes are Knit Picks Essential, the gray tweed in the heel is reinforcement yarn leftover from some Lang Jawolle sock yarn. Started about a year ago. Promised for 2008 (hey, I know how slowly I knit and how distractable I am).
Socks 2 (completed): souvenir Koigu, some great colorway of unknown number bought at Purl Soho on our trip to NYC for Andrew's graduation. Started May 2007, finished June or July, 2007.
Socks 3 (the pair with one sock MIA): Schoeller & Stahl Fortissima Colori, color 9070; red heels and toes, Lang Jawolle sock yarn. Started March 2005, finished June 2005.
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Last Sunday Matthew hit a deer with the Metro. He is fine, the car suffered,
and we don't know about the deer. He saw it go flying through the air into the opposite ditch, so we are not optimistic about its chances for survival. I said nothing parentally negative to him about the incident in relation to his driving because I have noticed that he tends to spot deer -- on the road, coming out of the ditch, even barely emerging from the woods -- sooner than I do. If he hit it, it was probably unavoidable. There are an uncountable number of deer on the road -- and dead by the side of the road -- every autumn. We are just glad he is okay and that the damage is relatively minor. As I type this he and Smokey have taken the car over to Lennie's (remember Lennie? he's our auto guy on retainer) to assess the damage and probability/cost of repair.
I told you all that so I could show you this:
What remained of the deer on Tuesday morning.