I met my knitting goal yesterday; I finished the last round on the cuff as the train pulled into the T&P Station. And then I had
There was no time this morning to post a picture of a nearly-complete sock. You’ll just have to be content with this.
I plan to hand them off to Secondborn at the Relief Society broadcast on Saturday night, if she’s there. And in the “Put On Your High-Heeled Sneakers” (and your wig hat on your head) Department?
The guy across the aisle on the train tonight pointed it out to us. I fished out my camera and snapped away, moments before we pulled out of the station.
If this wig is the punchline, then what on earth is the story?
[Still no Cuprit. And no returned phone call from the alleged supervisor. EMS clerk was off today; he will get a call from me tomorrow. But I have another skirt maybe 20% done.]