The Race is On

This is only sock #1.

I was thinking felted mittens.  There was still lots of time for felted mittens.  Then, during the annual crafting christmas gifts extravaganza over the weekend, I got the request for socks. (There is some actual hand sewing going on there.  I told him no woman likes a helpless man.)

No more small red socks.  Now only black socks, and they have grown to a size 9.5.  Sigh.  Photos of the acutal finished gifts they made this year, I hope.

I wasn’t planning a post today, since I have to work and knit, but I needed to test the camera.  I threw it in my bag this morning, thinking I didn’t really need to go up to the third floor for the case.  When I got to work, I discovered that some liquid from my hastily packed lunch had leaked — onto the camera, among other things.  I wiped it off and figured I’d better go use the hand dryer in the bathroom before I tried to turn it on.  Often, there is no one in there.  Today?  Three coworkers who all wanted to know why I was such a giant dork that I was holding my camera under the dryer.  I threatened to take their pictures unless they told no one.  Since everyone knows that spilling my lunch on my camera is just the sort of think I do, it was really a hollow threat.

Back to knitting while I do some work related reading.  I hope whatever GWFGWF* you celebrate is all you desire.

MLE

*Generic Winter Festive Gathering With Food from superguppy via  Chris