I know I was due to post yesterday, but my Valentine's Day had pretty much zero knitting content. I did knit a few rows of The Chuppah, which is for a wedding, but since that's the knitting I'm doing all the time these days, well, it's a stretch. Plus, I was too busy being charmed by the beau to worry about the blog. At any rate, I did hear a whole bunch of new - and really cheesy - "heart" jokes, courtesy of the cardiology department. They actually presented a case of a broken heart (i.e. catastrophic myocardial rupture) on Valentine's Day. Some people have a morbid sense of humor.
The relevance? Give it a moment's thought and think of all the cheesy mending hearts jokes I'm sparing you by posting this the day after Valentine's Day. I'm doing you a favor. Really.
These are the first pair of socks I ever started. Not the first that I finished, but that's a different story for a different day. . .
These are the socks that made me appreciate self-striping sock yarn, and the ease and pleasure of dpns, and all that soothing stockinette stitch in the round, over and over and over on my favorite Brittany Birch dpns. And now:
These are the next socks on my darning list.