Last night a pair of beautiful grass-green hand-knit socks, with a leaf lace pattern, expired. The cause of death was a large, undarnable hole in the heel, with secondary problems of thinning yarn in other parts of their anatomy. They were only 3 years old. They are survived by my cold little feet and a very uninspiring sock yarn stash.
RIP.
RIP.








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but I was so disgusted and sad I just chucked 'em. Thanks for the sympathy!






