Voilà! Sock progress. Boring, I grant you, but progress nonetheless. And you know what? I’ll take boring. It seems like for the past few weeks, the department has been trying to kill us. That sounds very spy-thriller exciting … unfortunately, that is so not the case: I’m being slowly worn down by enriching academic opportunities.
When, let’s be honest, I’d rather be home knitting.
Which brings me to my next point: I really wanted fraternal socks. Instead, just like with the futur II pair from a while back (that Noro wears like iron so far), I ended up with accidental identical twins. The stripes are slighly staggered, but considering the complete lack of planning on my part, I’d say they’re lining up pretty well.
In an ideal world, I could finish them this weekend. Fingers crossed.