Down the street on a sunny winter's day.
I made these socks for my dad. They are cursed. I had such bad thoughts knitting them up. I cleansed them and gave them to him anyway. Hope he loves them.
How much do I love my husband? Enough to cut the toe off my favorite pair I've made him.
Rip back several rows of pattern and thin worn yarn.
Hunted thru the left over socks yarns to find the right green.
So I can make that sock, match this sock.
It's a good thing he makes good BBQ.
