Knit Addict

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.  And I did egg it on….but I was being sarcastic.  I should have known better…

It all started when we were sitting at my great aunt Wilma’s house in McAlester today.  Mom looked down at my foot and got that expression.  Those of you with kids, dogs, or begging Mothers know the one I mean.  That “I WANT” look.  The one that makes you go Uh Oh…

I thought it was my cute little $10 Duck Head shoes I got at Academy a couple of years ago.  I told her no, she couldn’t have them.  Her response - No, it’s the socks.

Sigh.

Fast forward to this evening.  I’ve already sorted out a load of laundry and thrown them in so she can take them home.  I pop off and ask if she wants to just go through the sock drawer and pick out what she wanted.  I don’t think I’ve seen her move that fast in years.  The carpet was smoking where she peeled out heading down the hall.

In the end, this is the damage:

Left to right - old Regia wool, old Regia (I think) cotton - those are the ones I was wearing today, and the white at the top is the one and only time I bothered knitting in elastic, SixSox Eiffel Towers from Brown Sheep Wildfoote, old Regia wool again, SixSox Horcrux from Socka Cotton Colors, Pomatomus from Lorna’s Laces, and (whimper) the Fiesta Ballet socks I knit at spring retreat.  The Pomatomus and the two SixSox are the only ones with patterns, the rest are just basic socks, all toe up, done with various stitch patterns.  I have mentioned I like to spoil her, right?

And finally, another look at the vicious killer pit bull we harbor.

You can see just how out of control and terrifying she is.