I've been knitting on the Nanners socks, and I don't like them. Don't get me wrong, I like the pattern, and separately, I like the yarn (Brooks Farm Acero), but I don't like them together. I haven't been able to really get into this project (the Girasole aka time-suck may have something to do with that). Therefore, I have decided to frog it, and to document the death of a sock.
Act 1: The Sock is fooled into thinking that this is just a regular picture day.
Act 2: The sock is worried, but still hopeful that perhaps this is just a minor frogging.
Act 3: The sock begins to beg for mercy.
Act 4: The end is neigh.
Act 5: The sock takes its last breath...
Act 6: The end.
My apologies to Arthur Miller. I don't know anything about Death of A Salesman, but chances are very good that I butchered any resemblances.
2 comments:
That was too funny!
LOL! I thought the sock looked really good, but the photo documentation of sock destruction was too funny for words.
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