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At a time that's been anything but ordinary, I crave the familiar.
Things I could knit in my sleep.
Perfection in each tiny stitch.
You can take my health, but you can't take my socks.
Screw you, Cauda Equina Syndrome.
And [to quote my beloved mother] the horse you rode in on.
Posted at 02:13 PM in Design Work, Finished Objects | Permalink
Glad to see you did not lose your sock knitting mojo!
April 18, 2011 at 03:08 PM
Barbara from Nova Scotia |
April 18, 2011 at 04:40 PM
Must. Wear. Socks.
Well, not socks, but we regularly cuddle up with our Deb'sFancyFeetFootedFluffy afghans ...celebrating 13 years of warm toes, and cozy memories:)
April 19, 2011 at 12:21 AM
I'm looking forward to this year's birthday socks. I get tons of compliments on my 2010's.
Ali P |
April 28, 2011 at 10:09 AM
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