At the last meeting of the knitting group, we had a "ceremonial hand-over" of the needles, signalling the end of my sock knitting saga. These needles, you see, were actually borrowed, so the hand-over meant that I would never, ever have to navigate 50 million stitches with them again. The size says Disc12, which means they are like knitting with eyelashes. How wonderfully fast is that? About 1/8 inch per row. Oh, how I raced along!
Anyway, Gorgeous Husband finally got his handknitted black socks for Valentine's Day. OK, they were to have been for Christmas, but let's not be picky. It only took me 3 months to do it. I can't tell you how pleased I was that they fit. As I told a friend, "if they don't fit, we're going to have to chop off some toes!"
So, with some giggling and clapping, Jo got her needles back. As you can see from the photo, we are all diligent, except for Jenny, who is reading a knitting book. We will have to discipline her.
Unfortunately, as marvellous as the socks are, they will always be hidden in shoes, so really, no bragging rights at all. Won't be doing that again.