That would be my box o' socks. The box (more on that at a later date) is a lovely collaged gift from a friend (who may want to note just how overflowing this poor, belaugered, and overworked box is). The socks are (a part) of my collection of handknit socks. Which brings me to two points:
1. Why do I keep knitting more socks for myself?
Ah, the mysteries of the universe are deep and wide.
2. Why am I showing you all my old socks? Granted, they're prettier than most old socks, but 'tis the season, et cetera . . .
Follow the link. A quilt out of old socks? Fascinating, she said drolly.
How do you blog about knitted gifts when the people for whom those gifts are intended may very well see each row in progress?
I would love to tell you about this very-recently-completed work of art:
but even with just the name of the shawl (Evelyn Clark Fiber Trends pattern) the non-knitter recipient would instantly know it was for her. And the knitters would be even worse. You know how tricky those knitters are . . .