I did finish some socks I did I did.
Remember I finished one quite some time ago? With the yarn sent by Christina?
It finally has a partner.
I first saw these beautiful lolly concoctions over at the queen of socks, which in turn led me to these short ones and finally to these pretty ones.
I had grand plans of happily plagiarising Siri’s photo which cheerfully copies Alicia’s, but my parents are staying with us and the idea of standing on a chair and leaning out to take a picture of my pink striped legs and explaining what a blog is and why is it called Pea Soup and aren’t they all paedophiles and axe murderers anyway didn’t appeal. Plus we don’t have those Brachs sweets here so the photographic accessory would have to be a bowl of neopolitan ice cream. Again, there would have been much wrinkling of brows and muttering about what the strange offspring is up to now.
Plus it’s 40 degrees every day currently (over 100 in old money) so the donning of socks, even socks as beautiful and ice creamy as these, is just not on. And ice cream melts fast.
So they lie quietly, awaiting the onset of soft autumnal breezes.
Even this photoshoot elicited bemused looks from the wrinkled ones.