'Twas the night before Christmas...
most of us can recite the rest.
But I only want to deal with
the stockings.
My stockings have morphed
into socks.
For some ungodly reason
I purchased three sock yarns
in different weights to be
knit on three different size
needles.
Not a problem you say.
Maybe not.
But they are such beautiful
yarns and my fingers just
itched to see how they would
work up.
So, would you believe
I started all three sets?
The den resembles a
sweatshop and to make
matters worse I don't
think I can finish even
one pair before the
big day.
Are you following me?
This Christmas our socks
are going to be hung with
care but not a pair in sight.
I could tuck them away for next year.
Naw! I'd forget where they were
by then.
We could draw straws and one lucky
giftee might get a pair.
Naw!
No favoritism in this family.
I could thread a gold cord
through the cuff of each
recipient's sock, fill it
with candy kisses
and an IOU.
Now there's a plan.
I could knit night and day
for the next three weeks...
let's see how many hours
would that be?
Quick a calculator!
I have no time to spare.
Merry, merry, merry...
Friday, December 7, 2007
"And the stockings were hung by the chimney..."
Posted by Pat at 4:23 PM
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Love your blog.
Check out those great photos!
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