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.