But I know somehow, that only when it is dark enough, can you see the stars. (Martin Luther King Jr.)

Okay, I admit that I'm obsessed. But the specs are out for the first entry in Sock Madness, and all I can think about is: "What in the world do they mean by a scary semisolid-colored yarn?" And is calling out "knitting" an acceptable work excuse?


Oh yeah. I've hurt my wrist. I think it's just sprained. But I'm having trouble typing (gotta love a left handed hunt and peck), and I haven't even tried to pick up the knitting needles this evening. Maybe it will be better in the morning?