the boy is a moth
On sunday, while playing around with my new sock (which i think is going to be called peacock's tail) my Sherpa Monkey came and gave me a glum look. He is going away in a few weeks for a few weeks. it is his birthday 4 days after he leaves. he has thus far been completely useless at knowing what a suitable birthday gift might be. Until sunday.
"i think i'm only going to take handknit socks to Ireland"
"Mmmmm-hmmmmm?" Spidey foolishly places conversation on backburner while trying to invert a lace stitch.
" But i dont think i have enough pairs"
"Mmmmmm... wait. What??? you have.... 6 pairs! 8 if you count the ones you've shrunk/walked through"
So. I have cast on another pair of socks for my knitwear-shrinking, walks-holes-in-them, spoiled and hang-dog faced boyfriend. *sigh*
appriately the skein of my sock yarn he selected is another new colourway - "Indignant". Yes, you could say that.
So the peacock's tail socks are on hold (mostly because i'm using my favourite set of dpns on the indignant socks). I show them side by side to show they are similar yet not identical colourways... and so i can feel like i might finish the indignant ones fairly swiftly.
Oh and just when we thought we were out of the woods he went and caught my 'flu'. but as he's on the mend barely 12 hours later i am not overly sympathetic.
the slightly indignant
PS not as cross as i sound, but a girl's got to keep him guessing... right?