Stranger than fiction

The Sock and I decided that life is too short to spend hours confined on a ferry and in killing time kicking heels around in town. We stayed home and did a little mutual growth exercise instead.

Stranger than fiction, but every bit as compulsive

Yes, it does look strange/odd/peculiar, and we are running on faith here, but I can tell you that knitting Skew is every bit as compulsive as reading a good thriller. I just cannot put it down, for wanting to see just what manoeuvre comes next!

The Sock and I are at the inner ankle. Markers have been added and further growth is imminent.

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