The lonely sock on the windowsill
Look at that poor little sock. He’s been sitting around for weeks, complete but for a quick kitchener stitch to close his toe.
To add insult to injury, he’s all alone. I haven’t given him his other half, and he has to sit in my knitting basket with all those other smug projects and balls of yarn, making fun of him for his single state. As his creator, I should be moved by his sad plight, but I’ve been seduced away by silk mohair lace.
In order to maybe drum up some guilt, I’m posting the sock on the blog, hoping that maybe, just maybe, after showing the sock to the internet, I’ll feel guilty enough to finish his mate. Or at least cast on for it.