Sunday, May 31, 2009
Determined as I am to make all that raw Jacob fleece come to a good end, I am almost ready to admit defeat. The yarn is incredibly itchy, nubby and still filled with bits of hay and God-knows-what. I found a dried up beetle in it yesterday. I can only imagine that wearing these socks will feel something like having razor blades taped to your feet. I was totally ready to throw them away when I thought that my little sister's husband would just love a hand knitted pair of socks like these ugly, nasty, old things to play golf in. Poor guy.