Dear love of my life,

I meant to have the dishwasher emptied by the time you got home, but (as I’m sure you’ve already noticed) I didn’t. I probably don’t need to tell you the reason, but it starts with an “n” and ends with a “otation” and is the reason I hate my life.

for Grandpa’s 80th birthday:

in all their unblocked glory:
Log Cabin socks from Handknit Holidays
Plymouth “Encore” dk in color #194, 2 skeins
size 4 dpts.
mods: yarn substitution

My grandpa is turning 80 this week, and I’ve got to pop these in the mail to make sure they make it in time since I don’t get to go to the party. Grandpa made the mistake of saying he liked my socks and we all know that’s open season to a knitter (this is his third pair in about four months).I’m going to make the ladies size for my grandma in blue. They’ll be along at a later date… a much later date. Next: finishing cosmicpluto’s thermal, and maybe going back to the OSU socks I promised TMD I would make for him. After all, he did venture unescorted to the yarn store to procure the necessary Baby Ull.