It's a good thing I did something, anything really, yesterday, because today is not my day. I woke up with a head the size of a pumpkin and a dwarf hammering away inside.
It's not that I don't like Halloween and pumpkins and orange and dwarfs, but if I could have all of them without taking truckloads of Aspirin, it would make me feel better.
Before Mister Vincent and I started feeling really sick last night, we went to see the neighbors and their newborn baby who will now have the pleasure of wearing these tiny fuzzy socks. I, on the other hand, have now found a purpose for all the rests of sock yarn that have been piling up in my drawers. You know, the tiny bits you can't knit even a child's sock from.
Really, I'm just going to throw out tiny socks in mass production and wait for the world to have more babies. They're so much faster than Vincent's size 42 (European size. It's basically the size of a submarine).