Remember the FO report of the socks I knit for my Sockapal-2-za sock pal? I was being brazen, showcasing the goods on my own feets.
A few of you must have psychic powers. Colleen said, “Just don’t start wearing them around. I don’t want to see those socks on the streets of Cambridge, ya know,” and Purly Whites wisely commented, “You’re going to have them worn out by September if you keep this up. And you don’t even wear wool.” Nona chimed in, “Are you sure those socks aren’t really meant for yourself — you seem to have bounded nicely with them! Don’t hand knit socks just feel great to wear? Once you put them on, it’s hard to take them off.”
I present to you the Ultimate Faux Pas:
On my feet. Again. On pavement! Barefoot! What is going on?!?
There’s a really good reason, and you can read all about it (and get the pattern) HERE.
And with that, I came to my senses, put on my sandals, and went home to wash the socks AGAIN ;).