redrhonda made me SOCKS!

Big Red, er, Rhonda, made me 'thockies... let's go have a peek...

Just look at these beauties, made from this summer's super-groovy STR club (of which I am not a member)offering. Let's get a little closer on this sock safari and check out that lacy cuff, and the 'eye of partridge' heel...

Wow. Big Red sure does pretty work, no? I failed to capture, as I lay on my back on the cold porcelain floor of the bathroom, the detail that went into these fabu socks, namely the split at the outer ankle, thus rendering them forever "lefty" and "righty". I'm okay with that, 'cuz she knat me socks (and a big thanks to Janice for the new verb... I am a fan.) What I did capture whilst on sock safari was this... cat butt... She's the biggest optimist in Becher Haus and a hopeless, shameless flirt with anyone who sits on the toilet. You can't begin to imagine the odd looks she kept throwing me as I laid there on the floor taking pictures of my feet, and completely ignoring her Siamese pleas for water-park themed drinkies. I am a horrible bearer of opposable thumbs, and she told me as much.

So, I guess I should apologize for the snoozapalooza postings as of late, but as I approach my centennial post (I think this is #98) I vow to try and do better. It's not like y'all are reading anyway... Stephanie is off excavating vintage wallpaper (verrry cool, btw, muh knitta) and Gaylen is on an island in Hawaii. Gallivanting, I'm sure, and I just hope she enjoys the heck out of it, 'cuz she's gonna be a busy little stitcher when she gets back. Others among you have even decided to 'blossom' as it were, and you have both my heartfelt congratulations and my sympathies. Little people do cut into the allotted times of both knitting and sleeping. I'll just shut up about it 'till you spill, lady Jane. And I'd be putting your link here, except that would spoil your news... and I'm trying to be better about stuff like that.

Well, I'm off for more decaf, and the kids are still prowling, because no one has hollered "get yourselves to bed" at them... they don't seem routine-driven. Or perhaps they are just lousy little opportunists, taking advantage of both 'rents being otherwise occupied. Type at you later. Cami