It's not my ego that is bruised-although there are more than enough things that could bruise it these days. That's the name of my new sock yarn from Wandering Cat. This is a pitiful photo but you can kind of tell how pretty the little pops of navy blue are in the purple. I can tell these are going to make me happy.
Speaking of happy, I realized that one of the reasons my sock mojo was MIA was because my favorite way of knitting socks is by walking. It was a decent day so out I went with a very old sock project in hand.
The Mister was cleaning up the old wood pile while I walked circles through the woods.
Pup went along for the walk and when we were done you should have seen her feet and my Crocs. They both got a bath and then Pup and I had a good lunch. It was nice to get out. They are calling for rain tomorrow. Just what we need. More mud.