RIP Pink Socks
Brace yourselves, knitters.
The first socks I ever knit for myself are gone.
I loved everything about these socks (perfect fit! koigu! cables! my first socks! ankle-high!), and you don't know how heartbroken I am to have them gone. They seem to have jumped out of my suitcase in Amsterdam, where I had a very quick plane connection between Manchester and Stockholm. (Let's not discuss how I also lost one shoe and all my underwear. My thongs are having a party in Amsterdam without me...)
RIP Socks. I loved you well.
The first socks I ever knit for myself are gone.
I loved everything about these socks (perfect fit! koigu! cables! my first socks! ankle-high!), and you don't know how heartbroken I am to have them gone. They seem to have jumped out of my suitcase in Amsterdam, where I had a very quick plane connection between Manchester and Stockholm. (Let's not discuss how I also lost one shoe and all my underwear. My thongs are having a party in Amsterdam without me...)
RIP Socks. I loved you well.
posted by Linz at 7:28 AM
3 Comments:
oh no!! lost hand knits are tragedy, no question. maybe they are part of the pants party that your underwear is having!! :P
- Julie
[Sniff] Condolences...
Hey, did I gift you that Koigu?
Yup. My first koigu ever.
Sniff sniff.
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