
I do believe I accused Pat of being competitive. I, of course, am nothing of the sort. That has nothing to do with why I stayed up way too late last night -- knitting all the way from the last few rows of the heel gusset to the beginning of the toe decreases between 10 p.m. and an hour I refuse to name. And this is not your dainty type of foot, ladies! Socks are demanding a bath and a consultation with their stylist before the official photo session, but here's a paparazzi shot to prove that they're done. Glamour shot tomorrow.
Edited to add: dead battery, lost charger. Dress-up photos as soon as new charger arrives.
Eleven days until I can cast on for the February sock. However will I fill the time?