It has been a rage-y sort of day. The kind where you stub your toe and burn your tongue and somehow don’t quite manage to rinse all the conditioner out of your hair and all of your clothes are itchy and all the sounds in the world are too loud.
I’m firmly convinced that the only way to remedy such a day is to go back to bed, take a nap, and try again later. Alas, I didn’t follow my own advice.
Instead I tried to take pictures of the most recent socks. In the heat. On The Boy. In the heat. On the patio. In the heat. Did I mention it was hot? It was also too bright, too itchy, too noisy, and too beset by bugs. The Boy was a good sport (he always is), but I was slowly becoming overcome by fiery burning rage. I had to sound the retreat. I didn’t get any pictures I can use for the pattern, but I did get one that will suffice to prove that I’ve finished the things. See? Two whole socks.
Proper pictures will have to wait till it’s not so blasted sunny and hot. Until then, I am going to consume massive quantities of iced tea and pet a kitten and possibly take a nap.