It really is more of a suggestion of a jolly roger than actually looking like a jolly roger. I’m OK with this. B’s OK with this. He’s just excited about getting something that’s handmade. (How great is that?) I believe his exact words were something like, "I can’t wait for you to finish them so I can wear them. But there’s no rush." I’m sure he’ll correct me if I got that wrong. Anyway, I’ve got one more pattern repeat to go and then another inch of stockinette before I turn the heel.
Short row heel, here I come. I most certainly prefer short row heels to heel flap heels. Then it’ll be on to sock #2. Well, after I finish this one, of course. Also, I’ve got to remember to measure B’s feet so I know how long to make them.
And I know I’m probably going to jinx myself by saying this, but this sock has been incredibly well behaved. No major errors. No trying to take over the world. No death threats or nasty notes of any sort. It’s both refreshing and disturbing. Probably has something to do with all the rum.
I am going to kill you and take over your world!
Will that be before or after I finish you and your first mate?
I work alone.
Keep the sock drunk on rum until that last row is cast off. Then there’s nothing it can do about it. You might want to keep it hidden in a drawer (I suggest burying it below the unmentionables) just to keep it sedated until the other one is finished. Keep up with the rum on the second one until it’s too late for that one too. Then retrieve the other one from its blissful sleep and put them both in a little sock box for the presentation. They can sober up in there in the dark.
They’ll never know what hit them.
Wow, not only did you properly use the phrase “cast off,” but you also came up with a brilliant plan. You know, I could block the sock in rum. It’d stay drunk for days that way…What’s with all the rhyming?
I’m a poet and I didn’t know it! Plus the cast off thingy goes with the piratical whingy (first mate!( sounds like a good dating strategy!!)). I liked the part about the unmentionables (not that I’m implying that you need to stuff your bras with socks (quite the opposite!!(. )( .) ) (but I do like mentioning unmentionables!) ).
Rah rah sis boom bra. What’s with all the ryhming all the thyming? Yo, I Dunno, leggo my Eggo.