I should be embarrassed to post this.†
If I had any pride% at all...
[SUMMARY: The crux of the biscuit.]
'Cause, see, I finished these socks, what? A month ago? Maybe more?‡
There is one tiny mitigating factor: I was waiting for Kim to get them§ so I didn't step¶ on her glory.
You've been on the edge of your seat this whole time, right?#
[SUMMARY: Socks? What socks? There were socks?]
Here are the pictures I took of Kim's socks in the garden.††
Note the clever calf shaping‡‡:
Public Service Announcement:
Hey, knitters! Toe-up socks are fun and practical and you know all the cool kids are doing them. Just remember, like big boobs and patriotism,§§ the ability to try on socks as you go only works if you USE IT PROPERLY.
[SUMMARY: Do as I say, not as I knit.]
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Since it would be even more embarrassing to reveal that I lost my camera in my own recliner for a panicky twelve hours, I'm calling this the lesser of evils and going with it.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): Pride is a SIN. A BIG one. We saints-in-training have no truck with that sort of thing.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Who's counting?
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Turns out that was completely in my control too.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Hahaha! Get it? Socks... step... :D
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): And judging by the series of thuds echoing around the world, holding your breaths too!
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): In the neighbour's garden. They have more green stuff. I was going to explain that I have a red bush, but I know how your mind works and I was trying to avoid the off-colour comments.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): I had the forethought to worry about calves, but not an inkling about ankles.
§§FOOTNOTE (still reeling from the depths): How profound, Mr. Wizard.