These socks have lingered unfinished long enough, and I finally got back around to them yesterday, three weeks after they were all done except the toe. Who knows why that last toe is a stumbling block for me, but it is. So close to being finished, but I stuffed them in a bag and went on with other things. These are my usual plain stockinette socks which I usually start when I’m faced with a long road trip (hatehatehate) done on US 1 needles and 60 stitches. The yarn is from my dwindling stash of Koigu KPPPM and the colorway is something lyrical like P865 or whatever—actually, it’s a number I can’t remember, because of course I’ve lost the ball band. (I know. I don’t know what to do with me, either.)
The cat, who already knows his girl has left home and is feeling it deeply, would not leave me alone.
Poor boy. I know, I miss her, too.
Since the color geniuses at Koigu refuse to be fanciful, I’ll name this one for them: let’s call it “Withering Hydrangeas.”
