Embonpoint is being tested, and the pattern should be out next week. I’m mailing the socks off to Schaefer this morning and will do my best to demonstrate the firmness of character and stoic resolve for which I am known (in other words, I shall try not to weep in the post office as I send them away).
In the meantime, another ball of yarn sort of slipped and fell and found itself impaled on my needles in the shape of a sock. No idea how that happened. This one is for The Boy, and is called Propitiate. There is a wee story behind the title, and I shall explain it later. In the meantime, you’ll have to make do with just a picture. I have to go try not to embarrass myself in front of the postal clerks.