This morning I found this:
Now I’m forced to go to the shops and buy thin, factory made, cotton socks!
And I have to mend my socks. Which I’ll never do, judging by previous holes in previous socks. But these are darling socks! With a pattern! So maybe I will?
You probably know the Yarn Harlot’s way of darning socks. She holds them above the rubbish bin, says “darn it!” and throws them in.
I’m not that courageous, throwing out socks that can still be mended. These will go to the back of the closet, where I keep all my good intentions.
Here, let’s have some cat pictures.
This is the kitten I found abandoned in the woods around the cabin a year ago, he’s grown all big and playful and cat.