Sunday, May 31, 2009

Really Rustic








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.

4 comments:

  1. A dried up beatle? Good god. I better not get any knitted goods for Christmas this year.

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  2. I am making you a hat out of it.

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  3. Oh poor Uncle J, he's going to be miserable in those razor blade socks!

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  4. Who knows, maybe wearing these beetle socks will help improve his golf game. At this point, I think he's ready to try anything.

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