My present to myself this year was finishing the neverending mohair boot socks.
I feel like they have been on my needles forever, which would be true if they hadn't been off them briefly twice each, being frogged.
The stitches aren't as beautiful and perfectly formed as when I knit them the first time, but they did settle a bit more after I finished taking pictures and wet blocked them.
Also, I think a little ribbing would have produced a more form-fitting shape. But they are boot socks, and in that respect they are perfect. Warm, soft, and most importantly finished.
Before lunch, no less (owing to my having it fashionably late) and before the arrival of birthday flowers. Don't you love how matchy they are?