Today I am supposed to be sensible and set aside the gnome-patterned flannel PJs that appeared as if by magic yesterday, and leave the house for various things, none of which involve
a/ a knitting store
b/ a sewing store in which to look longingly at Berninas (the one I will pass is closed today: definitely A Hint)
so I don't have much time for writing this morning. Instead I'm going to show you a picture of the laundry I carried up from the basement the other day, which was so delicious I had to grab the camera and take it outside:
This is only about half of my handknit sock supply - plus a pair of machine knit alpaca socks in grey - and yet it was a real snuggle-fest of an armful. It made me wonder why I keep thinking I don't have enough socks yet.
(answer: because I have so much sock yarn still waiting to be knit.)