I laugh in the face of toe up socks!

I laugh in the face of toe up socks. I sneer in the jaws of crochet provisional cast ons. I spit in the eye of short row toes. I scoff in the maw of short row heels.



Presenting the Leyburn Sock, which has broken down my absolute terror of the toe up sock.

A sleep through!

An air of excitment has descended on Casa Joy and Widower. Last night our best WIP, Mr Wriggly, had a feed at 11pm and then didnt wake up until 6:30! Needless to say I got up at 4am to check his pulse. Who knows what tonight holds....

More guerilla action

More guerilla action by guerilla stitch-up.

The return of socks - with added socksiness!

Is there anything lovelier than socks? The way they cling to the arch of the foot and wrap close around the ankle. In fact the only lovelier thing than a sock is, of course, a knee sock! The way they flow from the delicate ankle into the gentle fullness of the calf. No wonder the Victorians demanded legs be covered! The Spiral Boot Socks are especially lovely. I especially like the eyelets twisting around the leg, reminiscent of the seam in a stocking.

After a long hiberation, here is my version of the Spiral Boot Socks in Cherry Tree Hill Foxy Lady. I used one skein per sock, which really shows. While both skeins are from the same dye lot, one is way more saturated than the other. The darker one is clearly a Foxy Lady on her way out for a good time, and the paler one is the Foxy Lady the morning after. Still, I'm pleased with them and they are a continuation of my fraternal paired items. (See Swapies for an explanation.)