Socks are my stress knitting go to so I made quick work of these. They went right in the gift box.
The way things are going I will also have these done by the end of the week.
All bets are off on these bad boys. The man socks were naughty AGAIN. I had to rip back the whole heel again. This time it was the gussets. Apparently I can't count when I pick up stitches either.
Yesterday's St Patrick's Day dinner was a bust but at least The Mister found a cabbage and some potatoes for a pot of colcannon. He got up at 5:30 to be at the grocery store when it opened at 6 in hopes of scoring a corned beef but alas there were none-and not much else of anything else for that matter. He came back pretty shook up. I bet he's sorry now that he only stocked up on Reese's Cups when I warned him things might get serious.
I also managed a pretty decent soda bread in spite of not having any buttermilk. Look at the rise on that thing. That vinegar and milk trick really does work.