Be mine.

I started making Valentine’s for family and friends* my Freshman year of college as an effort to rescue the holiday from its lovey dovey reputation. I really enjoy it even though I tend to put it off until the last minute. These got mailed on Monday.

My friend is going to New York on Saturday and really really really wants to take his socks with him. We are leaving to go to Atlanta on Friday, so I am trying desperately to finish them. This blog post is wasting valuable knitting time!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

*Again – I made them when I was little (Mom’s idea, of course). She taught me to make a heart from a folded piece of paper. Pretty good trick.

8″ leg, stretches easily to 12″ around and a 12.25″ foot (size 15s are 12.31).

That is the first of the Great Big Socks. To illustrate what a heroic feat* this was, here is one of my socks with the GBS:

Mine are a 7″ leg, stretch to 9.5″ around and have a 8.5″ foot.

Here is how much yarn was left on the ball of Lorna’s Laces Shepherd Sport:

It’s about the size of a jawbreaker. I made the toe green for fun.

So the answer to the Great Question of “Just how big a sock can a person make with a ball of Lorna’s Laces Shepherd Sport?” is: you can make a sock that will fit a US size 15E manly man foot. I would recommend a 7.5″ leg for the faint of heart – to be sure that you have enough for the toe.

And now if you’ll excuse me, I am baking cookies to celebrate.

*Haha! I made a pun!

~~I forgot to add that my Darling Sister loves her Fetchings!~~

Ladies and Gentlemen, let me begin with a short endorsement: Theraflu (the kind with “warming relief” to be specific) is nothing short of awesome. I might go so far as to call it Miraculous if the second ingredient on the label wasn’t alcohol. Hah!

I am feeling much better.

I even made my Darling Sister (who is coming to visit today YAY!) a little surprise because I love her and often think of her when I am sick.

You know whats. In some Blue Sky Alpaca.

Everybody else is making them. I was really starting to feel left out. They are a quick, interesting knit and a nice break from those socks. They are also probably full of Flu Germs, which is why I changed the name to “Catching.” It had a better ring to it than “Mitts of Death.” Sounds almost cute right? Be sure to remind her of that when she is huddled in bed with chills and fever waiting for the sweet release of death.

Enough sick talk! Look! Kitty!

William Henry, you’re up so high!